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, ...
Hard as hurdle arms, with a broth of goldish flue Breathed round; the rack of ribs; the scooped flank; lank ...
To Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone; His love was fresh as apple-blooth By Parrett, Yeo, or ...
18 if you want a revolution attack symbols not systems - the simple forms that (blithely) give the truth away ...
I was here from the moment of the Beginning, and here I am still. And I shall remain here until ...
I was harnessed and tethered tied to the earth, not truly free but I soared, for a few moments minutes ...
THOSE who in fables deal, bestow at ease Both names and titles, freely as they please. It costs them scarcely ...
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee, from the hill-top looking down; And the heifer, that lows ...
The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung -- There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying ...
There were some worthy places where we could escape, avoid the heavy weight of living in a densely peopled space; ...
There's an infinity of wisdom in your smile that would deny the winsome wit that lies at back of it; ...
They talked to me again today, they spoke in gentle tones and said the things I ought to hear then ...
At break of day we rested, the contest of our wills declined to wrest the peace away and where the ...
For a small child crossing the pen alone was a courageous feat, occasionally, with a maniacal bleat, the wether would ...
It took several hours. There were spaces in the cookware of which no one was aware, save the poet. The ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
Hope was but a timid friend; She sat without the grated den, Watching how my fate would tend, Even as ...
I. You know, we French stormed Ratisbon: A mile or so away, On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our ...
The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods, against a stormy sky, Their giant ...
Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art! Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes. Why preyest thou thus ...
I winged my bird, Though he flew toward the setting sun; But just as the shot rang out, he soared ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
At night the wide and level stretch of wold, Which at high noon had basked in quiet gold, Far as ...
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and ...
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