Robinson Jeffers

(10 January 1887 – 20 January 1962 / Allegheny, Pennsylvania)

On Building With Stone - Poem by Robinson Jeffers

To be an ape in little of the mountain-making mother
Like swarthy Cheops, but my own hands
For only slaves, is a far sweeter toil than to cut
Passions in verse for a sick people.
I'd liefer bed one boulder in the house-wall than be the time's
Archilochus: we name not Homer: who now
Can even imagine the fabulous dawn when bay-leaves (to a blind
Beggar) were not bitter in the teeth?


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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