Robinson Jeffers - Birth-Dues

Robinson Jeffers - Birth-Dues

Joy is a trick in the air; pleasure is merely br contemptible, the dangled br Carrot the ass follows to market or precipice; br But limitary pain -- the rock under the tower br and the hewn coping br That takes thunder at the head of the turret- br Terrible and real. Therefore a mindless dervish br carving himself br With knives will seem to have conquered the world. br br br The world's God is treacherous and full of br unreason; a torturer, but also br The only foundation and the only fountain. br Who fights him eats his own flesh and perishes br of hunger; who hides in the grave br To escape him is dead; who enters the Indian br Recession to escape him is dead; who falls in br love with the God is washed clean br Of death desired and of death dreaded. br br br He has joy, but Joy is a trick in the air; and br pleasure, but pleasure is contemptible; br And peace; and is based on solider than pain. br He has broken boundaries a little and that will br estrange him; he is monstrous, but not br To the measure of the God.... But I having told br you-- br However I suppose that few in the world have br energy to hear effectively- br Have paid my birth-dues; am quits with the br people.


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