Robinson Jeffers Poems
|122.||Let Them Alone||1/13/2003|
|124.||Rock And Hawk||1/13/2003|
|126.||July Fourth By The Ocean||1/13/2003|
|127.||To The Stone-Cutters||1/13/2003|
|130.||The Epic Stars||1/13/2003|
|131.||Contemplation Of The Sword||1/13/2003|
|133.||Ascent To The Sierras||1/13/2003|
|134.||The Stars Go Over The Lonely Ocean||1/13/2003|
|135.||Shine, Perishing Republic||1/13/2003|
|138.||Fire On The Hills||1/13/2003|
|139.||Be Angry At The Sun||1/13/2003|
Comments about Robinson Jeffers
I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside
Above the ocean. I saw through half-shut eyelids a vulture wheeling
high up in heaven,
And presently it passed again, but lower and nearer, its orbit
I understood then
That I was under inspection. I lay death-still and heard the flight-
Whistle above me and make their circle and come nearer.
I could see the naked red head between the great wings
Bear downward staring. I said, 'My dear bird, we are wasting time
These old bones will still work; ...
Civilized, crying: how to be human again; this will tell you how.
Turn outward, love things, not men, turn right away from humanity,
Let that doll lie. Consider if you like how the lilies grow,
Lean on the silent rock until you feel its divinity
Make your veins cold; look at the silent stars, let your eyes
Climb the great ladder out of the pit of yourself and man.
Things are so beautiful, your love will follow your eyes;
Things are the God; you will love God and not in vain,
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