Robinson Jeffers Poems

The world's as the world is; the nations rearm and prepare to
change; the age of tyrants returns;
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These grand and fatal movements toward death: the grandeur
of the mass
Makes pity a fool, the tearing pity
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Still the mind smiles at its own rebellions,
Knowing all the while that civilization and the other evils
That make humanity ridiculous, remain
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A desert of weed and water-darkened stone under my western
windows
The ebb lasted all afternoon,
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White-maned, wide-throated, the heavy-shouldered children of
the wind leap at the sea-cliff.
The invisible falcon
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The ocean has not been so quiet for a long while; five nightherons
Fly shorelong voiceless in the hush of the air
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After all, we also stand on a height. Our blood and our culture
have passed the flood-marks of any world
Up to this time. Our engineers have nothing to learn from Rome's,
Egypt's, China's, and could teach them more
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Steep up in Lubitavish townland stands
A ring of great stones like fangs, the shafts of the stones
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Walking in the flat Oxfordshire fields
Where the eye can find no rock to rest on but little flints
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The clapping blackness of the wings of pointed cormorants,
the great indolent planes
Of autumn pelicans nine or a dozen strung shorelong,
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