Apology For Bad Dreams (Robinson Jeffers Poems)
IIn the purple light, heavy with redwood, the slopes drop seaward,Headlong convexities of forest, drawn in together to the steepravine. ...
IIn the purple light, heavy with redwood, the slopes drop seaward,Headlong convexities of forest, drawn in together to the steepravine. ...
That sculptor we knew, the passionate-eyed son of a quarryman,Who astonished Rome and Paris in his meteor youth, and thenwas ...
I.Here is the skull of a man: a man's thoughts and emotionsHave moved under the thin bone vault like cloudsUnder ...
Farther up the gorge the sea's voice fainted and ceased.We heard a new noise far away ahead of us, vague ...
Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide.The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel,formerly used to ...
True, the time, to one who does not love farce,And if misery must be prefers it nobler, shows apparent vices;At ...
Sports and gallantries, the stage, the arts, the antics of dancers,The exuberant voices of music,Have charm for children but lack ...
I When I considered it too closely, when I wore it like an element and smelt it like water, Life ...
Civilized, crying: how to be human again; this will tell you how. Turn outward, love things, not men, turn right ...
What's the best life for a man? --Never to have been born, sings the choros, and the next best Is ...
I. Reference to a Passage in Plutarch's Life of Sulla The people buying and selling, consuming pleasures, talking in the ...
The storm-dances of gulls, the barking game of seals, Over and under the ocean ... Divinely superfluous beauty Rules the ...
Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide. The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel, formerly ...
"I hate my verses, every line, every word. Oh pale and brittle pencils ever to try One grass-blade's curve, or ...
The universe expands and contracts like a great heart. It is expanding, the farthest nebulae Rush with the speed of ...
The deer were bounding like blown leaves Under the smoke in front the roaring wave of the brush-fire; I thought ...
Then what is the answer?- Not to be deluded by dreams. To know that great civilizations have broken down into ...
I The broken pillar of the wing jags from the clotted shoulder, The wing trails like a banner in defeat, ...
There is a hawk that is picking the birds out of our sky, She killed the pigeons of peace and ...
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