Robinson Jeffers

A little too abstract, a little too wise, It is time for us to kiss the earth again, It is time to…

— Robinson Jeffers

“While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening to empire, I And protest, only a bubble in the…

— Robinson Jeffers

Happy people die whole, they are all dissolved in a moment, they have had what they wanted.

— Robinson Jeffers

“The Atlantic is a stormy moat, and the Mediterranean, The blue pool in the old garden, More than five thousand years has…

— Robinson Jeffers

“The broken pillar of the wing jags from the clotted shoulder, The wing trails like a banner in defeat, No more to…

— Robinson Jeffers

As for me, I would rather be a worm in a wild apple than a son of man. But we are what…

— Robinson Jeffers

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

— Robinson Jeffers

Truly men hate the truth; they'd liefer meet a tiger on the road.

— Robinson Jeffers

I've changed my ways a little, I cannot now Run with you in the evenings along the shore, Except in a kind…

— Robinson Jeffers

Why does insanity always twist the great answers? Because only tormented persons want truth. Man is an animal like other animals, wants…

— Robinson Jeffers

“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

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

— Robinson Jeffers

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

— Robinson Jeffers

If millions are born millions must die.

— Robinson Jeffers

That public men publish falsehoods Is nothing new. That America must accept Like the historical republics corruption and empire Has been known…

— Robinson Jeffers

“On the subject of God. He is not dead; and he is not a fable. He is not mocked nor forgotten —…

— Robinson Jeffers

...[K]now that however ugly the parts appear the whole remains beautiful. A severed hand Is an ugly thing, and man dissevered from…

— 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…

— Robinson Jeffers

“To the end of this age. Oh, a thousand years Will Hardly leach,” he thought, “this dust of that fire.”

— Robinson Jeffers

What but the wolf's tooth whittled so fine The fleet limbs of the antelope? What but fear winged the birds, and hunger…

— Robinson Jeffers

“Before there was any water there were tides of fire, both our tones flow from the older fountain.”

— Robinson Jeffers

It seems to me that this whole alone is worthy of the deeper sort of love; and that there is peace, freedom,…

— Robinson Jeffers

“perhaps we desire death / or why is poison so sweet? / why do little Sirens make kindlier music / for a…

— Robinson Jeffers

The tides are in our veins, we still mirror the stars, life is your child, but there is in me Older and…

— Robinson Jeffers

And you, America, that passion made you. You were not born to prosperity, you were born to love freedom. You did not…

— Robinson Jeffers