Poems of Robinson Jeffers
|1.||A Little Scraping||4/12/2010|
|3.||All The Little Hoofprints||4/12/2010|
|7.||Apology For Bad Dreams||4/12/2010|
|8.||Ascent To The Sierras||1/13/2003|
|10.||Be Angry At The Sun||1/13/2003|
|14.||Boats In A Fog||4/12/2010|
|17.||Contemplation Of The Sword||1/13/2003|
|19.||De Rerum Virtute||4/12/2010|
So Many Blood-Lakes
We have now won two world-wars, neither of which concerned us, we were
slipped in. We have levelled the powers
Of Europe, that were the powers of the world, into rubble and
dependence. We have won two wars and a third is comming.
This one--will not be so easy. We were at ease while the powers of the
world were split into factions: we've changed that.
We have enjoyed fine dreams; we have dreamed of unifying the world; we
are unifying it--against us.