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The Silent Shepherds

What's the best life for a man?—Never to have been born, sings the choros, and the next

Is to die young.

I saw the Sybil at

Hung in her cage over the public street—What do you want,

Sybil?

I want to die.

Apothanein Thelo.

Apothanein Thelo.

Apothanein Thelo.

You have got your wish.

But I meant life, not death.

What's the best life for a man?

To ride in the wind.

To ride     horses and herd

In solitary places above the ocean on the beautiful mountain,     and come home hungry in the

And eat and sleep.

He will live in the wild wind and quick rain,     he will not ruin his eyes with reading,

Nor think too much.                          However, we must have philosophers.

I will have shepherds for my philosophers,

Tall dreary men lying on the hills all

Watching the stars, let their dogs watch the sheep.

And I'll have

For my poets, strolling from farm to farm, wild liars

The country news into supernaturalism—For all men to such minds are devils or gods—and that

Man's dignity, man's importance, necessary

Best told by fools.                            I will have no lawyers nor

Each man guard his own goods: there will be manslaughter,

But no more wars, no more mass-sacrifice.

Nor I'll have no doctors,

Except old women gathering herbs on the mountain,

Let each have her sack of opium to ease the death-pains.

That would be a good world, free and out-doors.

But the vast hungry spirit of the

Cries to his chosen that there is nothing

Except discovery, experiment and experience and discovery:

To look     truth in the eyes,

To strip truth naked, let our dogs do our living for

But man discover.                            It is a fine ambition,

But the wrong tools.

Science and

Run parallel to reality, they symbolize it, they squint at it,

They never touch it: consider what an

Would rock the bones of men into little white fragments and unsky     the

If any mind for a moment touch truth.

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Robinson Jeffers

John Robinson Jeffers (January 10, 1887 – January 20, 1962) was an American poet, known for his work about the central California coast. Much of…

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