An Artist (Robinson Jeffers Poems)
That sculptor we knew, the passionate-eyed son of a quarryman,Who astonished Rome and Paris in his meteor youth, and thenwas ...
That sculptor we knew, the passionate-eyed son of a quarryman,Who astonished Rome and Paris in his meteor youth, and thenwas ...
Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide.The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel,formerly used to ...
No spot of earth where men have so fiercely for ages of timeFought and survived and cancelled each other,Pict and ...
It is likely enough that lions and scorpionsGuard the end; life never was bonded to be endurable nor theact of ...
Only stand high a long enough time your lightning will come; that is what blunts the peaks of redwoods; But ...
I When I considered it too closely, when I wore it like an element and smelt it like water, Life ...
Beyond the narrows of the Inner Hebrides We sailed the cold angry sea toward Barra, where Heaval mountain Lifts like ...
What's the best life for a man? --Never to have been born, sings the choros, and the next best Is ...
The best is, in war or faction or ordinary vindictive life, not to take sides. Leave it for children, and ...
I. Reference to a Passage in Plutarch's Life of Sulla The people buying and selling, consuming pleasures, talking in the ...
Here is a symbol in which Many high tragic thoughts Watch their own eyes. This gray rock, standing tall On ...
Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide. The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel, formerly ...
I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside Above the ocean. I saw through ...
Peace is the heir of dead desire, Whether abundance killed the cormorant In a happy hour, or sleep or death ...
The universe expands and contracts like a great heart. It is expanding, the farthest nebulae Rush with the speed of ...
Then what is the answer?- Not to be deluded by dreams. To know that great civilizations have broken down into ...
I followed the narrow cliffside trail half way up the mountain Above the deep river-canyon. There was a little cataract ...
While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening to empire And protest, only a bubble in ...
Seventy years ago my mother labored to bear me, A twelve-pound baby with a big head, Her first, it was ...
This country least, but every inhabited country Is clotted with human anguish. Remember that at your feasts. And this is ...
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