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.
I hate my verses, every line, every word. Oh pale and brittle pencils ever to try One grass-blade's curve, or the throat of one bird That clings to t… - Robinson Jeffers
I hate my verses, every line, every word. Oh pale and brittle pencils ever to try One grass-blade's curve, or the throat of one bird That clings to t…
- Robinson Jeffers
Long live freedom and damn the ideologies. - Robinson Jeffers
Long live freedom and damn the ideologies.
The tides are in our veins. - Robinson Jeffers
The tides are in our veins.
It is only a little planet, but how beautiful it is. - Robinson Jeffers
It is only a little planet, but how beautiful it is.
Nature knows that people are a tide that swells and in time will ebb, and all their works dissolve ... As for us: We must uncenter our minds from our… - Robinson Jeffers
Nature knows that people are a tide that swells and in time will ebb, and all their works dissolve ... As for us: We must uncenter our minds from our…
Cruelty is a part of nature, at least of human nature, but it is the one thing that seems unnatural to us. - Robinson Jeffers
Cruelty is a part of nature, at least of human nature, but it is the one thing that seems unnatural to us.
Know that however ugly the parts appear the whole remains beautiful... ... the wholeness of life and things, the divine beauty of the universe. Lo… - Robinson Jeffers
Know that however ugly the parts appear the whole remains beautiful... ... the wholeness of life and things, the divine beauty of the universe. Lo…
A little too abstract, a little too wise, It is time for us to kiss the earth again, It is time to let the leaves rain from the skies, Let the rich l… - Robinson Jeffers
A little too abstract, a little too wise, It is time for us to kiss the earth again, It is time to let the leaves rain from the skies, Let the rich l…
Imagination, the traitor of the mind, has taken my solitude and slain it. - Robinson Jeffers
Imagination, the traitor of the mind, has taken my solitude and slain it.
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