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 Of ships and blood and shines in the sun; but here the Pacific: The ships, planes, wars are perfectly irrelevant. Neither our present blood-feud with the brave dwarfs Nor any future world-quarrel of westering And eastering… — Robinson Jeffers Copy Share
“The broken pillar of the wing jags from the clotted shoulder, The wing trails like a banner in defeat, No more to use the sky forever but live with famine And pain a few days: cat nor coyote Will shorten the week of waiting for death, there is game without talons. He stands under the oak-bush and waits The lame… — Robinson Jeffers Copy Share
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 success and women, not truth. Only if the mind Tortured by some interior tension has despaired of happiness: then it hates its life-cage and seeks further, And finds, if it is powerful enough. But instantly the… — Robinson Jeffers Copy Share
“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
