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Fragment from a Lost Epic:
Arranging that I meet him
At the point where we had parted
But the sea had closed against us
Since I sent the horses racing!
Let him learn to run and ride them;
Many thousand years of training;
Bring them back across the waters
To America awaiting;
Many thousand years, my brother,
Have we shook the plate to pieces
Where that scene was clearly pictured!
Now the Appian stone hunters
Have been driven down by iron
And the Celtic glory fallen
To a race of forest cutters:
What we gained by riding, riding,
They have taken from us sailing.
IV
Los vaqueros ya convengan
Por su cuero y azul
Possession del Rio Grande
Guerra contra nuestro sol.
Con sombrero y serape,
Precisamente la reata,
Animal de marca dura
En los pasos del bison.
For the conqueror is driven
By the hunger of his follies;
Enfermeza en chinampas
Lleva el arroyo hacia el mar.
Explain this with religion,
Who has honored this creation?
With your deserts and your visions,
Though you stripped the eastern forests
You bring fire down on Texas.
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Requiem
By forgiving all, we are forgiven all;
by living on, they live on;
by laughing and loving, they laugh and love :
flesh of our flesh,
blood of our blood,
one family, one race,
one world, one life.
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