Robinson Jeffers (10 January 1887 – 20 January 1962 / Allegheny, Pennsylvania)
It is likely enough that lions and scorpions
Guard the end; life never was bonded to be endurable nor the
act of dying
Unpainful; the brain burning too often
Earns, though it held itself detached from the object, often a
No matter, I shall not shorten it by hand.
Incapable of body or unmoved of brain is no evil, one always
The quietness of stones. But if the striped blossom
Insanity spread lewd splendors and lightning terrors at the end
of the forest;
Or intolerable pain work its known miracle,
Exile the monarch soul, set a sick monkey in the office . . .
Entire and balanced when I was younger,
And could lift stones, and comprehend in the praises the cruelties
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