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''Be great, carve deep your heel-marks.
The states of the next age will no doubt remember you, and edge
their love of freedom with contempt of luxury.''
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Robinson Jeffers (1887-1962), U.S. poet. Shine, Republic (l. 11-12). . .
Faber Book of Political Verse, The. Tom Paulin, ed. (1986) Faber and Fabe...
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And you, America, that passion made you. You were not born to
prosperity, you were born to love freedom.
You did not say "en masse," you said "independence." But we
cannot have all the ...
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Robinson Jeffers (1887-1962), U.S. poet. Shine, Republic (l. 7-8). . .
Faber Book of Political Verse, The. Tom Paulin, ed. (1986) Faber and Faber;...
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headland beyond stormy headland plunging like dolphins through the
gray sea-smoke
Into pale sea, look west at the hill of water: it is half the
planet: this dome, this half-globe, this ...
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Robinson Jeffers (1887-1962), U.S. poet. The Eye (l. 10-12). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford Universi...
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man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun
Die blind and blacken to the heart:
Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained thoughts
found
The honey of ...
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Robinson Jeffers (1887-1962), U.S. poet. To the Stone-Cutters (l. 7-10). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxf...
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I tell you solemnly
That I was sorry to have disappointed him. To be eaten by that beak and become part of him, to share those wings and those eyes—
What a sublime end of one's body, wh...
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Robinson Jeffers (1887-1962), U.S. poet. Vulture (l. 9-11). . .
Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 19...
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Unmeasured power, incredible passion, enormous craft: no thought
apparent but burns darkly
Smothered with its own smoke in the human brain-vault: no thought
outside; a certain measure i...
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Robinson Jeffers (1887-1962), U.S. poet. Apology for Bad Dreams (l. 66-68). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) ...
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''what are we,
The beast that walks upright, with speaking lips
And little hair, to think we should always be fed,
Sheltered, intact, and self-controlled?''
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Robinson Jeffers (1887-1962), U.S. poet. Apology for Bad Dreams (l. 33-36). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) ...
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''the ghosts of the tribe
Crouch in the nights beside the ghost of a fire, they try to
remember the sunlight,
Light has died out of their skies.''
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Robinson Jeffers (1887-1962), U.S. poet. Apology for Bad Dreams (l. 43-45). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) ...
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''This coast crying out for tragedy like all beautiful places,''
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Robinson Jeffers (1887-1962), U.S. poet. Apology for Bad Dreams (l. 21). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxf...
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''We are easy to manage, a gregarious people,
Full of sentiment, clever at mechanics, and we love our luxuries.''
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Robinson Jeffers (1887-1962), U.S. poet. Ave Caesar (l. 7-8). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford Univers...
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The Epic Stars
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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.
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