Hurt Hawks (Robinson Jeffers Poem)
I The broken pillar of the wing jags from the clotted shoulder, The wing trails like a banner in defeat, ...
I The broken pillar of the wing jags from the clotted shoulder, The wing trails like a banner in defeat, ...
There's a regret So grinding, so immitigably sad, Remorse thereby feels tolerant, even glad. ... Do you not know it ...
"Soyez muette pour moi, Idole contemplative..." I came home and found a lion in my living room Rushed out on ...
Old Deuteronomy's lived a long time; He's a Cat who has lived many lives in succession. He was famous in ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at ...
The Muse is stern unto her favoured sons, Giving to some the keys of all the joy Of the green ...
(ALCAICS) Confused, he found her lavishing feminine Gold upon clay, and found her inscrutable; And yet she smiled. Why, then, ...
Between me and the sunset, like a dome Against the glory of a world on fire, Now burned a sudden ...
(AMSTERDAM, 1645) And there you are again, now as you are. Observe yourself as you discern yourself In your discredited ...
Could he have made Priscilla share The paradise that he had planned, Llewellyn would have loved his wife As well ...
Whoever has no house now will never have one. Whoever is alone will stay alone Will sit, read, write long ...
All summer we moved in a villa brimful of echos, Cool as the pearled interior of a conch. Bells, hooves, ...
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at ...
WHEN dawn's first cymbals beat upon the sky, Rousing the world to labour's various cry, To tend the flock, to ...
What links are ours with orbs that are So resolutely far: The solitary asks, and they Give radiance as from ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
The fear of perjuring herself turned into a tacit Admission of her guilt. Yet she had the skill And the ...
At midnight, death's and truth's unlocking time, When far within the spirit's hearing rolls The great soft rumble of the ...
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