A Redeemer (Robinson Jeffers Poems)
The road had steepened and the sun sharpened on the highridges; the stream probably was dry,Certainly not to be come ...
The road had steepened and the sun sharpened on the highridges; the stream probably was dry,Certainly not to be come ...
Maybe it is the memories the change of pace that brings us there our sense of vacation maybe the smell ...
As the storm grew, the flakes fell, the wind rose, the chill set it changing snow, always changing first light, ...
Maybe it is the memories the change of pace that brings us there the sense of vacation maybe the smell ...
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string ...
The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, ...
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