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Robinson Jeffers
By Anonym 13 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

I have seen these ways of God: I know of no reason For fire and change and torture and the old returnings.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

Truly men hate the truth; they'd liefer meet a tiger on the road.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

Hear the music, the thunder of the wings. Love the wild swan.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

Only the drum is confident, it thinks the world has not changed

By Anonym 15 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

You making haste on decay: not blameworthy; life is good, be it stubbornly long or suddenly A mortal splendor: meteors are not needed less than mountains: shine, perishing republic.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

We have to live like people in a web of knives, we mustn't reach out our hands or we get them gashed.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

The ghosts . . . try to remember the sunlight. Light has died out of their skies.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

Death's a fierce meadowlark: but to die having made / Something more equal to the centuries / Than muscle and bone, is mostly to shed weakness.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

Still the mind smiles at its own rebellions.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

I learned that ruling poor men's hands is nothing. Ruling men's money's a wedge in the world. But after I'd split it open a crack I looked in and saw the trick inside it, the filthy nothing, the fooled and rotten faces of rich and successful men.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

God is a lion that comes in the night. God is a hawk gliding among the stars-- If all the stars and the earth, and the living flesh of the night that flows in between them, and whatever is beyond them Were that one bird. He has a bloody beak and harsh talons, he pounces and tears.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

Know that however ugly the parts appear the whole remains beautiful... ... the wholeness of life and things, the divine beauty of the universe. Love that, not man Apart from that, or else you will share man's pitiful confusions, or drown in despair when his days darken.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

It is only a little planet, but how beautiful it is.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

I hate my verses, every line, every word. Oh pale and brittle pencils ever to try One grass-blade's curve, or the throat of one bird That clings to twig, ruffled against white sky. Oh cracked and twilight mirrors ever to catch One color, one glinting flash, of the splendor of things.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

The tides are in our veins, we still mirror the stars, life is your child, but there is in me Older and harder than life and more impartial, the eye that watched before there was an ocean.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

It seems to me that this whole alone is worthy of the deeper sort of love; and that there is peace, freedom, I might say a kind of salvation, in turning one's affections outward toward this one God, rather than inwards on one's self, or on humanity, or on human imaginations and abstractions - the world of the spirits.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

If you should look for this place after a handful of lifetimes: Perhaps of my planted forest a few May stand yet, dark-leaved Australians or the coast cypress, haggard With storm-drift; but fire and the axe are devils. Look for foundations of sea-worn granite, my fingers had the art To make stone love stone, you will find some remnant.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

Pleasure is the carrot dangled to lead the ass to market; or the precipice.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

O that our souls could scale a height like this, A mighty mountain swept o'er by the bleak Keen winds of heaven; and, standing on that peak Above the blinding clouds of prejudice, Would we could see all truly as it is; The calm eternal truth would keep us meek.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

They had heroes for companions, beautiful youths to dream of, rose-marble-fingered Women shed light down the great lines; But you have invoked the slime in the skull, The lymph in the vessels. They have shown men Gods like racial dreams, the woman's desire, The man's fear, the hawk-faced prophet's; but nothing Human seems happy at the feet of yours. Therefore though not forgotten, not loved, in the gray old years in the evening leaning Over the gray stones of the tower-top, You shall be called heartless and blind.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

[K]now that however ugly the parts appear the whole remains beautiful. A severed hand Is an ugly thing, and man dissevered from the earth and stars and his history... for contemplation or in fact... Often appears atrociously ugly. Integrity is wholeness, the greatest beauty is Organic wholeness, the wholeness of life and things, the divine beauty of the universe.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

Nature knows that people are a tide that swells and in time will ebb, and all their works dissolve ... As for us: We must uncenter our minds from ourselves. We must unhumanize our views a little and become confident as the rock and ocean that we are made from.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

A little too abstract, a little too wise, It is time for us to kiss the earth again, It is time to let the leaves rain from the skies, Let the rich life run to the roots again.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

Does it matter whether you hate yourself? At least love your eyes that can see, your mind that can hear the music, the thunder of the wings.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

Well: the day is a poem but too much Like one of Jeffers's, crusted with blood and barbaric omens Painful to excess, inhuman as a hawk's cry.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

Happy people die whole, they are all dissolved in a moment, they have had what they wanted.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

This wild swan of a world is no hunter's game.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

For now I know that whatever bent this world around us, whether it was God or whether it was blind Chance as blind as my father, Is perfectly good, we're given a dollar of life to gamble against a dollar's worth of desire And if we win we have both but losers lose nothing,

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

Long live freedom and damn the ideologies.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

That public men publish falsehoods Is nothing new. That America must accept Like the historical republics corruption and empire Has been known for years. Be angry at the sun for setting If these things anger you. Watch the wheel slope and tum. They are all bound on the wheel, these people, those warriors, This republic, Europe, Asia. Observe them gesticulating, Observe them going down. The gang serves lies, the passionate Man plays his part; the cold passion for truth Hunts in no pack. You are not CatulIus, you know, To lampoon these crude sketches of Caesar. You are far From Dante’s feet, but even farther from his dirty Political hatredS. Let boys want pleasure, and men Struggle for power, and women perhaps for fame, And the servile to serve a Leader and the dupes to be duped. Yours is not theirs.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you fore defeated Challengers of oblivion Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down, The square-limbed Roman letters Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well Builds his monument mockingly; For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun Die blind and blacken to the heart: Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained thoughts found The honey of peace in old poems.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

Meteors are not needed less than mountains: shine, perishing republic.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

The tides are in our veins.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

Poetry is not a civilizer, rather the reverse, for great poetry appeals to the most primitive instincts.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

I believe that the universe is one being, all its parts are different expressions of the same energy... parts of one organic whole.... (This is physics, I believe, as well as religion.) The parts change and pass, or die, people and races and rocks and stars; none of them seems to me important in itself, but only the whole. This whole is in all its parts so beautiful, and is felt by me to be so intensely in earnest, that I am compelled to love it, and to think of it as divine.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

Seagulls . . . slim yachts of the element.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

By God, if you go killing Unhappiness who'll be left in the houses?

By Anonym 20 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

You have perhaps heard some false reports On the subject of God. He is not dead; and he is not a fable. He is not mocked nor forgotten-- Successfully. God is a lion that comes in the night. God is a hawk gliding among the stars-- If all the stars and the earth, and the living flesh of the night that flows in between them, and whatever is beyond them Were that one bird. He has a bloody beak and harsh talons, he pounces and tears-- And where is the German Reich? There also Will be prodigious America and world-owning China. I say that all hopes and empires will die like yours; Mankind will die, there will be no more fools; wisdom will die; the very stars will die; One fierce life lasts.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

I've changed my ways a little, I cannot now Run with you in the evenings along the shore, Except in a kind of dream, and you, if you dream a moment, You see me there.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

Shiva... is the only hunter that will ever catch the wild swan; The prey she will take last is the wild white swan of the beauty of things. Then she will be alone, pure destruction, achieved and supreme, Empty darkness under the death-tent wings. She will build a nest of the swan's bones and hatch a new brood, Hang new heavens with new birds, all be renewed.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

civilization is a transient sickness.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

Know that however ugly the parts appear the whole remains beautiful.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

And you, America, that passion made you. You were not born to prosperity, you were born to love freedom. You did not say "en masse," you said "independence." But we cannot have all the luxuries and freedom also.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

We might remember ... not to fear death; it is the only way to be cleansed.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

Humanity is the start of the race; I say Humanity is the mould to break away from, the crust to break through, the coal to break into fire, The atom to be split.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

The cold passion for truth hunts in no pack.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

They import and they consume reality.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

...Science and mathematics Run parallel to reality, they symbolize it, they squint at it, They never touch it: consider what an explosion Would rock the bones of men into little white fragments and unsky the world If any mind for a moment touch truth.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

When the sun shouts and people abound One thinks there were the ages of stone and the age of bronze And the iron age; iron the unstable metal; Steel made of iron, unstable as his mother; the tow-ered-up cities Will be stains of rust on mounds of plaster. Roots will not pierce the heaps for a time, kind rains will cure them, Then nothing will remain of the iron age And all these people but a thigh-bone or so, a poem Stuck in the world's thought, splinters of glass In the rubbish dumps, a concrete dam far off in the mountain.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Robinson Jeffers

for a poem Needs multitude, multitudes of thoughts, all fierce, all flesh-eaters, musically clamorous Bright hawks that hover and dart headlong, and ungainly Gray hungers fledged with desire of transgression, salt slimed beaks, from the sharp Rock-shores of the world and the secret waters.