The future is a misted landscape,
no man sees clearly, but at cyclic turns
There is a change felt in the rhythm of events, as when an
exhausted horse
Falters and recovers then the rhythm of the running hoof-
beats is changed: he will run miles yet,
But he must fall: we have felt it again in our own life time,
slip, shift and speed-up
In the gallop of the world

Deler av diktet PRESCRIPTION OF PAINFUL ENDS av Robinson Jeffers.

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