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The road had steepened and the sun sharpened on the high	A
ridges the stream probably was dry	A
Certainly not to be come to down the pit of the canyon We	B
stopped for water at the one farm	C
In all that mountain The trough was cracked with drought the	D
moss on the boards dead but an old dog	E
Rose like a wooden toy at the house door silently I said 'There	A
will be water somewhere about '	F
And when I knocked a man showed us a spring of water Though	G
his hair was nearly white I judged him	H
Forty years old at most His eyes and voice were muted It is	I
likely he kept his hands hidden	J
I failed to see them until we had dipped the spring He stood then	K
on the lip of the great slope	L
And looked westward over an incredible country to the far hills	M
that dammed the sea fog it billowed	N
Above them cascaded over them it never crossed them gray	A
standing flood He stood gazing his hands	O
Were clasped behind him I caught a glimpse of serous red under	A
the fingers and looking sharply	B
When they drew apart saw that both hands were wounded I said	P
'Your hands are hurt ' He twitched them from sight	Q
But after a moment having earnestly eyed me displayed them	R
The wounds were in the hearts of the palms	S
Pierced to the backs like stigmata of crucifixion The horrible	T
raw flesh protruded glistening	U
And granular not scabbed nor a sign of infection 'These are	A
old wounds ' He answered 'Yes They don't heal ' He stood	V
Moving his lips in silence his back against that fabulous basin	J
of mountains fold beyond fold	W
Patches of forest and scarps of rock high domes of dead gray	A
pasture and gray beds of dry rivers	X
dear and particular in die burning air too bright to appear real	Y
to the last range	Z
The fog from the ocean like a stretched compacted thunderstorm	A2
overhung and he said gravely	B
'I pick them open I made them long ago with a clean steel It	B2
is only a litde to pay'	L
He stretched and flexed the fingers I saw his sunburnt lips whiten	J
in a line compressed together	A
'If only it proves enough for a time to save so many ' I	A
searched his face for madness but that	C2
Is often invisible a subtle spirit 'There never ' he said 'was	X
any people earned so much ruin	J
I love them I am trying to suffer for them It would be bad if	D2
I should die I am careful	T
Against excess ' 'You think of the wounds ' I said 'of Jesus '	F
He laughed angrily and frowned stroking	U
The fingers of one hand with the other 'Religion is the people's	X
opium Your little Jew God	E2
My pain ' he said with pride 'is voluntary	B
They have done what never was done before Not as a people	T
takes a land to love it and be fed	P
A little according to need and love and again a little sparing	U
the country tribes mixing	U
Their blood with theirs their minds with all the rocks and rivers	X
their flesh with the soil no without hunger	A
Wasting the world and your own labor without love possessing	U
not even your hands to the dirt but plows	X
Like blades of knives heartless machines houses of steel using	U
and despising the patient earth	F2
Oh as a rich man eats a forest for profit and a field for vanity	B
so you came west and raped	G2
The continent and brushed its people to death Without need	H2
the weak skirmishing hunters and without mercy	B
Well God's a scarecrow no vengeance out of old rags But	I2
there are acts breeding their own reversals	X
In their own bellies from the first day I am here' he saidand	I2
broke off suddenly and said 'They take horses	X
And give them sicknesses through hollow needles their blood	I2
saves babies I am here on the mountain making	U
Antitoxin for all the happy towns and farms the lovely blameless	X
children the terrible	T
Arrogant cities I used to think them terrible their gray prosperity	I2
'their pride from up here	A
Specks of mildew	I2
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But when I am dead and all you with whole	J2
hands think of nothing but happiness	X
Will you go mad and kill each other Or horror come over	A
the ocean on wings and cover your sun	J
I wish ' he said trembling 'I had never been born '	-
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His wife came from the door while he was talking Mine asked	I2
her quietly 'Do you live all alone here	A
Are you not afraid ' 'Certainly not ' she answered 'he is	X
always gentle and loving I have no complaint	I2
Except his groans in the night keep me awake often But when	K
I think of other women's	X
Troubles my own daughter's I'm older than my husband I	A
have been married before deep is my peace '	-

Robinson Jeffers

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