Fearen
Бродяга Дхармы.
Странное дело. Никогда раньше особо не увлекался стихами, не понимал я этого вида повествования. Было пару понравившихся мне ритмом или текстом стихов, но не более. Сейчас постепенно начинаю проникаться. Стали попадаться цепляющие вещи. Очень впечатляет Киплинг своими мрачноватыми стихами о людях-что-путешествуют, даже не так, о людях для которых жизнь путешествие.

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We were dreamers, dreaming greatly, in the man-stifled town;
We yearned beyond the sky-line where the strange roads go down.
Came the Whisper, came the Vision, came the Power with the Need,
Till the Soul that is not man’s soul was lent us to lead.
As the deer breaks — as the steer breaks — from the herd where they graze,
In the faith of little children we went on our ways.
Then the wood failed — then the food failed — then the last water dried –
In the faith of little children we lay down and died.
On the sand-drift — on the veldt-side — in the fern-scrub we lay,
That our sons might follow after by the bones on the way.
Follow after — follow after! We have watered the root,
And the bud has come to blossom that ripens for fruit!
Follow after — we are waiting, by the trails that we lost,
For the sounds of many footsteps, for the tread of a host.
Follow after — follow after — for the harvest is sown:
By the bones about the wayside ye shall come to your own!
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