I have seen these ways of God: I know of no reason For fire and change and torture and the old returnings..

The cold passion for truth hunts in no pack..

Justice and mercy/ Are human dreams, they do not concern the birds nor the fish nor eternal God..

Does it matter whether you hate yourself? At least love your eyes that can see, your mind that can hear the music, the thunder of the wings..

Poetry is not a civilizer, rather the reverse, for great poetry appeals to the most primitive instincts..

Corruption never has been compulsory; when the cities lie at the monster's feet there are left the mountains..

If you should look for this place after a handful of lifetimes: Perhaps of my planted forest a few May stand yet, dark-leaved Australians or the co….

The world's in a bad way, my man, And bound to be worse before it mends; Better lie up in the mountain here Four or five centuries, While the stars g….

Well: the day is a poem but too much Like one of Jeffers's, crusted with blood and barbaric omens Painful to excess, inhuman as a hawk's cry..

When the sun shouts and people abound One thinks there were the ages of stone and the age of bronze And the iron age; iron the unstable metal; Steel ….

We might remember ... not to fear death; it is the only way to be cleansed..

This wild swan of a world is no hunter's game..

Know that however ugly the parts appear the whole remains beautiful..

Only the drum is confident, it thinks the world has not changed.

As for me, I would rather be a worm in a wild apple than a son of man. But we are what we are, and we might remember not to hate any person, for all ….

Pleasure is the carrot dangled to lead the ass to market; or the precipice..

The heads of strong old age are beautiful beyond all grace of youth..

O that our souls could scale a height like this, A mighty mountain swept o'er by the bleak Keen winds of heaven; and, standing on that peak Above the….

Still the mind smiles at its own rebellions..

Oh heavy change. The world deteriorates like a rotting apple, worms and a skin..

Hear the music, the thunder of the wings. Love the wild swan..