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Created on 2014-01-02 09:43:20 (#2140680), last updated 2021-02-05 (226 weeks ago)
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| Name: | Bokurano Logs |
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O Earth, unhappy planet born to die,
Might I your scribe and your confessor be?
What wonders must you not relate to me
Of Man, who, when his destiny was high
Strode like the sun into the middle sky,
And shone an hour (and who so bright as he?),
And like the sun went down into the sea,
Leaving no spark to be remembered by?
But no; you have not learned in all these years
To tell the leopard and the newt apart;
Man, with his singular laughter, his droll tears,
His engines and his conscience and his art
Made but a simple sound upon your ears:
The patient beating of the animal heart.
Might I your scribe and your confessor be?
What wonders must you not relate to me
Of Man, who, when his destiny was high
Strode like the sun into the middle sky,
And shone an hour (and who so bright as he?),
And like the sun went down into the sea,
Leaving no spark to be remembered by?
But no; you have not learned in all these years
To tell the leopard and the newt apart;
Man, with his singular laughter, his droll tears,
His engines and his conscience and his art
Made but a simple sound upon your ears:
The patient beating of the animal heart.
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