Unhappy about some far off things <br />That are not my affair, wandering <br />Along the coast and up the lean ridges, <br />I saw in the evening <br />The stars go over the lonely ocean, <br />And a black-maned wild boar <br />Plowing with his snout on Mal Paso Mountain. <br /> <br />The old monster snuffled, "Here are sweet roots, <br />Fat grubs, slick beetles and sprouted acorns. <br />The best nation in Europe has fallen, <br />And that is Finland, <br />But the stars go over the lonely ocean," <br />The old black-bristled boar, <br />Tearing the sod on Mal Paso Mountain. <br /> <br />"The world's in a bad way, my man, <br />And bound to be worse before it mends; <br />Better lie up in the mountain here <br />Four or five centuries, <br />While the stars go over the lonely ocean," <br />Said the old father of wild pigs, <br />Plowing the fallow on Mal Paso Mountain. <br /> <br />"Keep clear of the dupes that talk democracy <br />And the dogs that talk revolution, <br />Drunk with talk, liars and believers. <br />I believe in my tusks. <br />Long live freedom and damn the ideologies," <br />Said the gamey black-maned boar <br />Tusking the turf on Mal Paso Mountain. <br /> <br /> <br />Submitted by Holt<br /><br />Robinson Jeffers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-stars-go-over-the-lonely-ocean/
