 |
|
|
 |
|
|
| |
|
''the splendor without rays, the shining shadow,
Peace-bringer, the matrix of all shining and quieter of shining.''
|
|
|
Robinson Jeffers (1887-1962), U.S. poet. Night (l. 10-11). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University...
|
|
| |
|
|
''Lucretius
Sings his great theory of natural origins and of wise conduct; Plato
smiling carves dreams, bright cells
Of incorruptible wax to hive the Greek honey.''
|
|
|
Robinson Jeffers (1887-1962), U.S. poet. Prescription of Painful Ends (l. 11-13). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (...
|
|
| |
|
|
''The future is ever a misted landscape, no man foreknows it, but at
cyclical turns
There is a change felt in the rhythm of events:''
|
|
|
Robinson Jeffers (1887-1962), U.S. poet. Prescription of Painful Ends (l. 3-4). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (19...
|
|
| |
|
|
''come peace or war, the progress of America and Europe
Becomes a long process of deterioration—''
|
|
|
Robinson Jeffers (1887-1962), U.S. poet. Prescription of Painful Ends (l. 7-8). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (19...
|
|
| |
|
|
''The heads of strong old age are beautiful
Beyond all grace of youth.''
|
|
|
Robinson Jeffers (1887-1962), U.S. poet. Promise of Peace (l. 1-2). . .
Modern American Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed. (8th rev. ed., 1962) Harcour...
|
|
| |
|
|
''How shall the dead taste the deep treasure they have?''
|
|
|
Robinson Jeffers (1887-1962), U.S. poet. Promise of Peace (l. 14). . .
Modern American Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed. (8th rev. ed., 1962) Harcourt...
|
|
| |
|
|
''A mortal splendor: meteors are not needed less than mountains:
shine, perishing republic.''
|
|
|
Robinson Jeffers (1887-1962), U.S. poet. Shine, Perishing Republic (l. 6). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) O...
|
|
| |
|
|
And boys, be in nothing so moderate as in love of man, a clever
servant, insufferable master.
There is the trap that catches noblest spirits, that
caught—they say—God, when he...
|
|
|
Robinson Jeffers (1887-1962), U.S. poet. Shine, Perishing Republic (l. 17-20). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (195...
|
|
| |
|
|
''While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily
thickening to empire,
And protest, only a bubble in the molten mass, pops and sighs out,
and the mass hardens,''
|
|
|
Robinson Jeffers (1887-1962), U.S. poet. Shine, Perishing Republic (l. 1-2). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950)...
|
|
| |
|
|
''The love of freedom has been the quality of Western man.''
|
|
|
Robinson Jeffers (1887-1962), U.S. poet. Shine, Republic (l. 2). . .
Faber Book of Political Verse, The. Tom Paulin, ed. (1986) Faber and Faber; F...
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 |
 |
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
The Epic Stars
|
 |
The heroic stars spending themselves,
Coining their very flesh into bullets for the lost battle,
They must burn out at length like used candles;
And Mother Night will weep in her triumph, taking home her heroes.
There is the stuff for an epic poem--
This magnificent raid at the heart of darkness, this lost battle--
We don't know enough, we'll never know.
Oh happy Homer, taking the stars and the Gods for granted.
|
|
|
 |
 |
 |
 |
|
Poets
