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The Epic Stars


The Epic Stars

The heroic stars spending themselves,
Coining their very flesh into bullets for the lost battle,
They must burn out at length like used candles;
And Mother Night will weep in her triumph, taking home her heroes

There is the stuff for an epic poem
This magnificent raid at the heart of darkness, this lost battle
We don't know enough, we'll never know

Oh happy Homer, taking the stars and the Gods for granted

Robinson Jeffers

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