Quia Absurdum (Robinson Jeffers Poem)
Guard yourself from the terrible empty light of space, the bottomless Pool of the stars. (Expose yourself to it: you ...
Guard yourself from the terrible empty light of space, the bottomless Pool of the stars. (Expose yourself to it: you ...
They have little tractors in their blood and all day the tractors climb up and down inside their arms and ...
Bottomless pits. There's on in Castleton, and stout upholders of our law and order one day thought its depth worth ...
You say I love not, 'cause I do not play Still with your curls, and kiss the time away. You ...
for T. P. Flanagan We have no prairies To slice a big sun at evening-- Everywhere the eye concedes to ...
[The following explanation is necessary, in order to make this ode in any way intelligible. The Poet is supposed to ...
"Soyez muette pour moi, Idole contemplative..." I came home and found a lion in my living room Rushed out on ...
As the first trumpet blew, I saw hail and fire, mingled with blood too. It was cast to the ground, ...
Oh it was fun to have a place where you could actually do it say, "I'll have the Usual" and ...
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
The murkiness of the local garage is not so dense that you cannot make out the calendar of pinup drawings ...
If you have nothing to say keep silent let Ezra Pound speak from the shadows the splendid old man from ...
Brother, today I sit on the brick bench of the house, where you make a bottomless emptiness. I remember we ...
Socrates ghost must haunt me now, Notorious death has let him go, He comes to me with a clumsy bow, ...
Squire nagged and bullied till I went to fight, (Under Lord Derby's Scheme). I died in hell- (They called it ...
Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children. Cold as snow breath, it tamps the womb Where the yew trees blow ...
By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne ...
When the moon was full they came to the water. some with pitchforks, some with rakes, some with sieves and ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung By one man's disobedience lost, now sing Recovered Paradise to all mankind, By ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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