The Epic Stars Poem by Robinson Jeffers

The Epic Stars

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The heroic stars spending themselves,
Coining their very flesh into bullets for the lost battle,
They must burn out at length like used candles;
And Mother Night will weep in her triumph, taking home her heroes.
There is the stuff for an epic poem-
This magnificent raid at the heart of darkness, this lost battle-
We don't know enough, we'll never know.
Oh happy Homer, taking the stars and the Gods for granted.

The Epic Stars
Monday, January 13, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: star
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Hey 29 September 2021

What kind of poem is it

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cloe shelton 14 March 2019

i love it it is the most awsomest thing ever

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Kierstin 07 June 2018

I like different kinds of food

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Robinson Jeffers

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