| The Traditionalist... Robert Graves... |
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Respect his obstinacy of undefet His hoarding of tradition, Those hands hung loosely at his side Always prepared for hardening into fists Should any fool waylay him, His feet prepared for the conquest of crags Or a weeks march to the sea. |
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If miracles are recorded in his presence As in your own, remember These are no more than time's obliquities Gifted to men who still fall deep in love With real women like you. |
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