Prepare Poetry eCard

E-Card

11/22/2009 4:53:58 AM

Personalize your greeting
Fill out the form below and click "Preview Your eCard."

POEM

You can modify the text to be shown on your eCard.

They burned lime on the hill and dropped it down
     here in an iron car
On a long cable; here the ships warped in
And took their loads from the engine, the water
     is deep to the cliff. The car
Hangs half way over in the gape of the gorge,
Stationed like a north star above the peaks of
     the redwoods, iron perch
For the little red hawks when they cease from
     hovering
When they've struck prey; the spider's fling of a
     cable rust-glued to the pulleys.
The laborers are gone, but what a good multitude
Is here in return: the rich-lichened rock, the
     rose-tipped stone-crop, the constant
Ocean's voices, the cloud-lighted space.
The kilns are cold on the hill but here in the
     rust of the broken boiler
Quick lizards lighten, and a rattle-snake flows
Down the cracked masonry, over the crumbled
     fire-brick. In the rotting timbers
And roofless platforms all the free companies
Of windy grasses have root and make seed; wild
     buckwheat blooms in the fat
Weather-slacked lime from the bursted barrels.
Two duckhawks darting in the sky of their cliff-hung
     nest are the voice of the headland.
Wine-hearted solitude, our mother the wilderness,
Men's failures are often as beautiful as men's
     triumphs, but your returnings
Are even more precious than your first presence.

Submitted by Holt

Robinson Jeffers

To:
Name:
Email:
	Name and Email fields are required.
From:
Your Name:
Your Email:
	Name and Email fields are required.
Message:

Title

-No title-
Hi!
Contragulations!
Good Morning :)
Good Night :)
Happy Birthday :)
I love You!
I am sorry :(
Excuse me :(
Miss You!
Thank You!
Other:

Signature

- No Signature -
Best wishes
Miss you
Kiss you
Sincerely
Regards
See you soon
Other:
.

Text Color

BackGround Color

Border Color