A Redeemer (Robinson Jeffers Poems)
The road had steepened and the sun sharpened on the highridges; the stream probably was dry,Certainly not to be come ...
The road had steepened and the sun sharpened on the highridges; the stream probably was dry,Certainly not to be come ...
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 ...
Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide.The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel,formerly used to ...
After all, we also stand on a height. Our blood and our culturehave passed the flood-marks of any worldUp to ...
No spot of earth where men have so fiercely for ages of timeFought and survived and cancelled each other,Pict and ...
Joy is a trick in the air; pleasure is merelycontemptible, the dangledCarrot the ass follows to market or precipice;But limitary ...
I When I considered it too closely, when I wore it like an element and smelt it like water, Life ...
What's the best life for a man? --Never to have been born, sings the choros, and the next best Is ...
Joy is a trick in the air; pleasure is merely contemptible, the dangled Carrot the ass follows to market or ...
The best is, in war or faction or ordinary vindictive life, not to take sides. Leave it for children, and ...
Wise men in their bad hours have envied The little people making merry like grasshoppers In spots of sunlight, hardly ...
We have now won two world-wars, neither of which concerned us, we were slipped in. We have levelled the powers ...
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 ...
The heads of strong old age are beautiful Beyond all grace of youth. They have strange quiet, Integrity, health, soundness, ...
The Atlantic is a stormy moat; and the Mediterranean, The blue pool in the old garden, More than five thousand ...
The universe expands and contracts like a great heart. It is expanding, the farthest nebulae Rush with the speed of ...
Peace is the heir of dead desire, Whether abundance killed the cormorant In a happy hour, or sleep or death ...
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated Challengers of oblivion Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down, The ...
There is a hawk that is picking the birds out of our sky, She killed the pigeons of peace and ...
The heroic stars spending themselves, Coining their very flesh into bullets for the lost battle, They must burn out at ...
I have abhorred the wars and despised the liars, laughed at the frightened And forecast victory; never one moment's doubt. ...
When I was young in school in Switzerland, about the time of the Boer War, We used to take it ...
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