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. — Robinson Jeffers Copy Share Image
A little too abstract, a little too wise, It is time for us to kiss the earth again, It is time to let the… — Robinson Jeffers Copy Share Image
“While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening to empire, I And protest, only a bubble in the molten mass,… — Robinson Jeffers Copy Share Image
Happy people die whole, they are all dissolved in a moment, they have had what they wanted. — Robinson Jeffers Copy Share Image
“The Atlantic is a stormy moat, and the Mediterranean, The blue pool in the old garden, More than five thousand years has drunk sacrifice… — Robinson Jeffers Copy Share Image
“The broken pillar of the wing jags from the clotted shoulder, The wing trails like a banner in defeat, No more to use the… — Robinson Jeffers Copy Share Image
As for me, I would rather be a worm in a wild apple than a son of man. But we are what we are,… — Robinson Jeffers Copy Share Image
Oh heavy change. The world deteriorates like a rotting apple, worms and a skin. — Robinson Jeffers Copy Share Image
Truly men hate the truth; they'd liefer meet a tiger on the road. — Robinson Jeffers Copy Share Image
I've changed my ways a little, I cannot now Run with you in the evenings along the shore, Except in a kind of dream,… — Robinson Jeffers Copy Share Image
Why does insanity always twist the great answers? Because only tormented persons want truth. Man is an animal like other animals, wants food and… — Robinson Jeffers Copy Share Image
“One existence, one music, one organism, one life, one God: star-fire and rock-strength, the sea's cold flow And man's dark soul.” — Robinson Jeffers Copy Share Image
We might remember ... not to fear death; it is the only way to be cleansed. — Robinson Jeffers Copy Share Image
