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The Journey of Magi - T

The traveler and their companions had a difficult journey to their destination, with unfriendly towns and high prices. They preferred traveling at night to rest in snatches while voices in their heads said it was folly. They finally arrived in a pleasant valley with a stream, trees, and a white horse. They found an inn with people gambling and kicking empty wine skins. While the place was satisfactory, the traveler reflects it was a long time ago and they aren't comfortable in this land anymore after what they witnessed, which was like a hard birth and death.

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The Journey of Magi - T

The traveler and their companions had a difficult journey to their destination, with unfriendly towns and high prices. They preferred traveling at night to rest in snatches while voices in their heads said it was folly. They finally arrived in a pleasant valley with a stream, trees, and a white horse. They found an inn with people gambling and kicking empty wine skins. While the place was satisfactory, the traveler reflects it was a long time ago and they aren't comfortable in this land anymore after what they witnessed, which was like a hard birth and death.

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THE JOURNEY OF MAGI – T. S.

ELIOT

And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly


And the villages dirty and charging high prices:
A hard time we had of it.
At the end we preferred to travel all night,
Sleeping in snatches,
With the voices singing in our ears, saying
That this was all folly.

Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley,


Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation;
With a running stream and a water-mill beating the darkness,
And three trees on the low sky,
And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.
Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,
Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,
And feet kicking the empty wine-skins.
But there was no information, and so we continued
And arrived at evening, not a moment too soon
Finding the place; it was (you may say) satisfactory.

All this was a long time ago, I remember,


And I would do it again, but set down
This set down
This: were we lead all that way for
Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly,
We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death,
But had thought they were different; this Birth was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.
We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
But no longer at east here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their Gods.
I should be glad of another death.

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