Now Returned Home (Robinson Jeffers Poem)
Beyond the narrows of the Inner Hebrides We sailed the cold angry sea toward Barra, where Heaval mountain Lifts like ...
Beyond the narrows of the Inner Hebrides We sailed the cold angry sea toward Barra, where Heaval mountain Lifts like ...
The old woman sits on a bench before the door and quarrels With her meagre pale demoralized daughter. Once when ...
There is a jaggle of masonry here, on a small hill Above the gray-mouthed Pacific, cottages and a thick-walled tower, ...
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 ...
Is it not by his high superfluousness we know Our God? For to be equal a need Is natural, animal, ...
I chose the bed downstairs by the sea-window for a good death-bed When we built the house, it is ready ...
Joy is a trick in the air; pleasure is merely contemptible, the dangled Carrot the ass follows to market or ...
The little biplane that has the river-meadow for landing-field And carries passengers brief rides, Buzzed overhead on the tender blue ...
A little too abstract, a little too wise, It is time for us to kiss the earth again, It is ...
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 ...
The world has many seas, Mediterranean, Atlantic, but here is the shore of the one ocean. And here the heavy ...
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 ...
The storm-dances of gulls, the barking game of seals, Over and under the ocean ... Divinely superfluous beauty Rules the ...
No bitterness: our ancestors did it. They were only ignorant and hopeful, they wanted freedom but wealth too. Their children ...
Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide. The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel, formerly ...
This morning Hitler spoke in Danzig, we hear his voice. A man of genius: that is, of amazing Ability, courage, ...
The heads of strong old age are beautiful Beyond all grace of youth. They have strange quiet, Integrity, health, soundness, ...
The mad girl with the staring eyes and long white fingers Hooked in the stones of the wall, The storm-wrack ...
I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside Above the ocean. I saw through ...
The Atlantic is a stormy moat; and the Mediterranean, The blue pool in the old garden, More than five thousand ...
If God has been good enough to give you a poet Then listen to him. But for God's sake let ...
The universe expands and contracts like a great heart. It is expanding, the farthest nebulae Rush with the speed of ...
The extraordinary patience of things! This beautiful place defaced with a crop of surburban houses- How beautiful when we first ...
The deer were bounding like blown leaves Under the smoke in front the roaring wave of the brush-fire; I thought ...
Peace is the heir of dead desire, Whether abundance killed the cormorant In a happy hour, or sleep or death ...
"I hate my verses, every line, every word. Oh pale and brittle pencils ever to try One grass-blade's curve, or ...
I followed the narrow cliffside trail half way up the mountain Above the deep river-canyon. There was a little cataract ...
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