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subgeniusjohn: "This is a culture that develops new life forms first and asks questions later; a species that is in the process of, in the words of the poet Robinson Jeffers, ‘break[ing] its legs on its own cleverness.’"~Paul Kingsnorth

Dred_Tory: Did anyone else discover e.e. cummings & Robinson Jeffers at an impressionable age? I've loved them since my early teens. Ironically, those two Americans helped make me a Tory, before I even knew what that was.

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BuckForSCASD: Happy Father’s Day!! My dad was passionate about the English language, teaching, his family, & what Robinson Jeffers called “the wild God of the world.” I miss him every day.

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1Laine1: Ghost - Poem by Robinson Jeffers

masada2118: "I believe that the universe is one being, all its parts are different expressions of the same energy, and they are all in communication with each other, therefore parts of one organic whole. This is physics, I believe, as well as religion..." Robinson Jeffers, 1934

_ui1422: If time is only another dimension, Then all that dies remains alive ; Not annulled, but removed out of sight. Robinson Jeffers

_ui1422: The past - It was feverish dream, A drunken slumber full of tears. The future- O what wild wings gleam, Wheeled in th van of desperate years. Robinson Jeffers

masada2118: “I have heard the summer dust crying to be born.” Robinson Jeffers

samrat747: The Summit Redwood by Robinson Jeffers Only stand high a long enough time your lightning will come; that is what blunts the peaks of redwoods; But this old tower of life on the hilltop has taken it more than twice a century, this knows in every Ce... -

samrat747: The Bird With The Dark Plumes by Robinson Jeffers The bird with the dark plumes in my blood, That never for one moment however I patched my truces Consented to make peace with the people, It is pitiful now to watch her pleasure In a breath of tempest -

samrat747: The Maid's Thought by Robinson Jeffers Why listen, even the water is sobbing for something. The west wind is dead, the waves Forget to hate the cliff, in the upland canyons Whole hillsides burst aglow With golden broom. Dear how it rained last mon... -

samrat747: Ascent To The Sierras by Robinson Jeffers Beyond the great valley an odd instinctive rising Begins to possess the ground, the flatness gathers to little humps and barrows, low aimless ridges, A sudden violence of rock crowns them. The crowded orch... -

samrat747: Bixby's Landing by Robinson Jeffers 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... -

CountVonBwabs: 4/4 him, the last Least taint of a trace in the dregs of the solution; for itself, the mould to break away from, the coal To break into fire, the atom to be split." from "Roan Stallion" by Robinson Jeffers

samrat747: To The House by Robinson Jeffers I am heaping the bones of the old mother To build us a hold against the host of the air; Granite the blood-heat of her youth Held molten in hot darkness against the heart Hardened to temper under the feet Of the oc... -

samrat747: To A Young Artist by Robinson Jeffers It is good for strength not to be merciful To its own weakness, good for the deep urn to run over, good to explore The peaks and the deeps, who can endure it, Good to be hurt, who can be healed afterward: but ... -

samrat747: Meditation On Saviors by Robinson Jeffers I When I considered it too closely, when I wore it like an element and smelt it like water, Life is become less lovely, the net nearer than the skin, a little troublesome, a little terrible. -

samrat747: Sign-Post by Robinson Jeffers 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... -

samrat747: Tor House by Robinson Jeffers If you should look for this place after a handful of lifetimes: Perhaps of my planted forest a few May stand yet, dark-leaved Australians or the coast cypress, haggard With storm-drift; but fire and the axe are devils... -

samrat747: The Machine by Robinson Jeffers The little biplane that has the river-meadow for landing-field And carries passengers brief rides, Buzzed overhead on the tender blue above the orange of sundown. Below it five troubled night-herons Turned short ove... -

samrat747: On Building With Stone by Robinson Jeffers To be an ape in little of the mountain-making mother Like swarthy Cheops, but my own hands For only slaves, is a far sweeter toil than to cut Passions in verse for a sick people. I'd liefer bed one boulde... -

samrat747: Now Returned Home by Robinson Jeffers Beyond the narrows of the Inner Hebrides We sailed the cold angry sea toward Barra, where Heaval mountain Lifts like a mast. There were few people on the steamer, it was late in the year; I noticed most an old... -

samrat747: Fawn's Foster-Mother by Robinson Jeffers The old woman sits on a bench before the door and quarrels With her meagre pale demoralized daughter. Once when I passed I found her alone, laughing in the sun And saying that when she was first married She... -

samrat747: Ghost by Robinson Jeffers There is a jaggle of masonry here, on a small hill Above the gray-mouthed Pacific, cottages and a thick-walled tower, all made of rough sea rock And Portland cement. I imagine, fifty years from now, A mist-gray figure mop... -

samrat747: The Silent Shepherds by Robinson Jeffers What's the best life for a man? --Never to have been born, sings the choros, and the next best Is to die young. I saw the Sybil at Cumae Hung in her cage over the public street-- What do you want, Sybil? I ... -

Lishu444: The greatest beauty is organic wholeness, the wholeness of life and things, the divine beauty of the universe.” ― Robinson Jeffers

Almeldein: and we in our nights May overhear its knowledge by accident. Robinson Jeffers

samrat747: Contrast by Robinson Jeffers The world has many seas, Mediterranean, Atlantic, but here is the shore of the one ocean. And here the heavy future hangs like a cloud; the enormous scene; the enormous games preparing Weigh on the water and strain the... -

samrat747: The Broken Balance by Robinson Jeffers I. Reference to a Passage in Plutarch's Life of Sulla The people buying and selling, consuming pleasures, talking in the archways, Were all suddenly struck quiet And ran from under stone to look up at the sk... -

samrat747: Time Of Disturbance by Robinson Jeffers The best is, in war or faction or ordinary vindictive life, not to take sides. Leave it for children, and the emotional rabble of the streets, to back their horse or support a brawler. -

samrat747: The Excesses Of God by Robinson Jeffers Is it not by his high superfluousness we know Our God? For to be equal a need Is natural, animal, mineral: but to fling Rainbows over the rain -

samrat747: The Bed By The Window by Robinson Jeffers I chose the bed downstairs by the sea-window for a good death-bed When we built the house, it is ready waiting, Unused unless by some guest in a twelvemonth, who hardly suspects Its latter purpose. I often... -

samrat747: Birth-Dues by Robinson Jeffers Joy is a trick in the air; pleasure is merely contemptible, the dangled Carrot the ass follows to market or precipice; But limitary pain -- the rock under the tower and the hewn coping That takes thunder at the head ... -

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samrat747: Beauty by Robinson Jeffers The storm-dances of gulls, the barking game of seals, Over and under the ocean ... Divinely superfluous beauty Rules the games, presides over destinies, makes trees grow And hills tower, waves fall. The incredible beauty of joy Stars with fire (2/6)

samrat747: Divinely Superfluous Beauty by Robinson Jeffers The storm-dances of gulls, the barking game of (cont)

samrat747: Contemplation Of The Sword by Robinson Jeffers Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide. The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel, formerly used to kill men, but here In the sense of a symbol. The sword: that is: the storm... -

samrat747: Ave Caesar by Robinson Jeffers No bitterness: our ancestors did it. They were only ignorant and hopeful, they wanted freedom but wealth too. Their children will learn to hope for a Caesar. Or rather--for we are not aquiline Romans but soft mixed c... -

samrat747: The Day Is A Poem (September 19, 1939) by Robinson Jeffers This morning Hitler spoke in Danzig, we hear his voice. A man of genius: that is, of amazing Ability, courage, devotion, cored on a sick child's soul, Heard clearly through the dog wrath, ... -

samrat747: Return by Robinson Jeffers A little too abstract, a little too wise, It is time for us to kiss the earth again, It is time to let the leaves rain from the skies, Let the rich life run to the roots again. I will go to the lovely Sur Rivers -

samrat747: Wise Men In Their Bad Hours by Robinson Jeffers Wise men in their bad hours have envied The little people making merry like grasshoppers In spots of sunlight, hardly thinking Backward but never forward, and if they somehow Take hold upon the futur... -

samrat747: So Many Blood-Lakes by Robinson Jeffers 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 a... -

lancaster_words: The week begins with an excerpt from Robinson Jeffers Rock and Hawk.

samrat747: Cassandra by Robinson Jeffers The mad girl with the staring eyes and long white fingers Hooked in the stones of the wall, The storm-wrack hair and screeching mouth: does it matter, Cassandra, Whether the people believe Your bitter fountain? Truly ... -

samrat747: Vulture by 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 narro... -

samrat747: The Eye by Robinson Jeffers The Atlantic is a stormy moat; and the Mediterranean, The blue pool in the old garden, More than five thousand years has drunk sacrifice Of ships and blood, and shines in the sun; but here the Pacific-- Our ships, plane... -

samrat747: Let Them Alone by Robinson Jeffers If God has been good enough to give you a poet Then listen to him. But for God's sake let him alone until he is dead; no prizes, no ceremony, They kill the man. A poet is one who listens To nature and his own hea... -

samrat747: Divinely Superfluous Beauty by Robinson Jeffers The storm-dances of gulls, the barking game of seals, Over and under the ocean ... Divinely superfluous beauty Rules the games, presides over destinies, makes trees grow And hills tower, waves fall. ... -

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samrat747: Carmel Point by Robinson Jeffers The extraordinary patience of things! This beautiful place defaced with a crop of surburban houses- How beautiful when we first beheld it, -

samrat747: Fire On The Hills by Robinson Jeffers The deer were bounding like blown leaves Under the smoke in front the roaring wave of the brush-fire; I thought of the smaller lives that were caught. -

samrat747: Love The Wild Swan by Robinson Jeffers "I hate my verses, every line, every word. Oh pale and brittle pencils ever to try One grass-blade's curve, or the throat of one bird That clings to twig, ruffled against white sky. Oh cracked and twilight mi... -

samrat747: Promise Of Peace by Robinson Jeffers The heads of strong old age are beautiful Beyond all grace of youth. They have strange quiet, Integrity, health, soundness, to the full They've dealt with life and been tempered by it. A young man must not slee... -

chaykak: ah so this is the Cusk Jeffers thing: "Written in direct address to the poet Robinson Jeffers…”

samrat747: The Answer by Robinson Jeffers Then what is the answer?- Not to be deluded by dreams. To know that great civilizations have broken down into violence, and their tyrants come, many times before. When open violence appears, to avoid it with honor or... -

samrat747: July Fourth By The Ocean by Robinson Jeffers The continent's a tamed ox, with all its mountains, Powerful and servile; here is for plowland, here is for park and playground, this helpless Cataract for power; it lies behind us at heel All docile be... -

samrat747: Natural Music by Robinson Jeffers The old voice of the ocean, the bird-chatter of little rivers, (Winter has given them gold for silver To stain their water and bladed green for brown to line their banks) >From different throats intone one language. -

samrat747: To The Stone-Cutters by Robinson Jeffers Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated Challengers of oblivion Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down, The square-limbed Roman letters -

samrat747: The Deer Lay Down Their Bones by Robinson Jeffers I followed the narrow cliffside trail half way up the mountain Above the deep river-canyon. There was a little cataract crossed the path, flinging itself Over tree roots and rocks, shaking the jewe... -

samrat747: The Epic Stars by Robinson Jeffers The heroic stars spending themselves, Coining their very flesh into bullets for the lost battle, They must burn out at length like used candles; And Mother Night will weep in her triumph, taking home her heroes. ... -

samrat747: The Stars Go Over The Lonely Ocean by Robinson Jeffers Unhappy about some far off things That are not my affair, wandering Along the coast and up the lean ridges, I saw in the evening The stars go over the lonely ocean, And a black-maned wild boar... -

samrat747: Praise Life by Robinson Jeffers This country least, but every inhabited country Is clotted with human anguish. Remember that at your feasts. -

samrat747: Summer Holiday by Robinson Jeffers When the sun shouts and people abound One thinks there were the ages of stone and the age of bronze -

samrat747: Shine, Perishing Republic by Robinson Jeffers While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening to empire And protest, only a bubble in the molten mass, pops and sighs out, and the mass hardens, I sadly smiling remember ... -

samrat747: The Purse-Seine by Robinson Jeffers Our sardine fishermen work at night in the dark of the moon; daylight or moonlight They could not tell where to spread the net, unable to see the phosphorescence of the shoals of fish. -

samrat747: We Are Those People by Robinson Jeffers I have abhorred the wars and despised the liars, laughed at the frightened And forecast victory; never one moment's doubt. But now not far, over the backs of some crawling years, the next Great war's column ... -

samrat747: Hurt Hawks by Robinson Jeffers I The broken pillar of the wing jags from the clotted shoulder, The wing trails like a banner in defeat, -

samrat747: Shiva by Robinson Jeffers There is a hawk that is picking the birds out of our sky, She killed the pigeons of peace and security, She has taken honesty and confidence from nations and men, She is hunting the lonely heron of liberty. -

ConsueloPoet: Carolyn Hess learned she's related to the late Robinson Jeffers, a renowned poet and environmentalist who has his own postage stamp.

CantonRepdotcom: Carolyn Hess learned she's related to the late Robinson Jeffers, a renowned poet and environmentalist who has his own postage stamp.

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outlawpriestess: “Shine, Perishing Republic”— Robinson Jeffers

ergolarry: With gratitude, this news- a poem of mine received an Honorable Mention in the 2021 Robinson Jeffers Tor House poetry competition. I'm in awe of the other fine poems, and these terrific poets. Wonderful to be part of this company.

ManOfLaBook: Fun Facts Friday: Robinson Jeffers

FontForever: You will not understand." The page was lined with sym- bols like small dead spiders; one brief equation Stood pencil-circled. Robinson Jeffers

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SojournerEurope: It's amazing to me that within the space of 60 years Los Angeles has morphed into what can only be described as a cancerous growth. I don't think Robinson Jeffers would believe you if you could tell him.

gwbled: 4 of 5 stars to Robinson Jeffers by James Karman

QuestforOrion: I think about Robinson Jeffers and his poem, Carmel Point. How different it must have been back then and yet even then it was clearly falling victim to its own beauty.

dreamingbulb: . “man, you might say, is nature dreaming” —Robinson Jeffers . Cecilia Cheung

queenofbithynia: (& theodora has picked up all these tricks very casually, without any fuss, and tries now to pass them off as her own) as for me I have one only reaction: you mean to tell me it was ROBINSON Jeffers the whole time? for this I read in faith, for this I suffered in earnest

TheSunMagazine: I believe that the universe is one being, all its parts are different expressions of the same energy, and they are all in communication with each other, influencing each other, therefore parts of one organic whole. — Robinson Jeffers Sunbeams, May 2021

solemnland: The heads of strong old age are beautiful beyond all grace of youth. - Robinson Jeffers < hear! hear! >

YogiScottL: Long live freedom and damn the ideologies. ~ Robinson Jeffers

svartsven: Robinson Jeffers was death metal before death metal.

ConsueloPoet: The Point Alma Venus Manuscripts | Robinson Jeffers, Edited by Tim Hunt and Robert Kafka

zombee_tv: That public men publish falsehoods Is nothing new. That America must accept Like the historical republics, corruption and empire, Has been known for years. Be angry at the sun for setting If these things anger you. - Robinson Jeffers, 1941.

RyanGirdusky: It’s like Robinson Jeffers was writing about boomers in America

gwbled: A peoem for today by the great and neglected Robinson Jeffers.

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MrTeamster: You were never masters, but friends. I was your friend. I loved you well and was loved. Deep love endures To the end and far past the end. If this is my end, I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours. From The House Dog's Grave, Robinson Jeffers 1941

SojournerEurope: I'm going to buy a run down country home on the Costa Del Sol and become a poundland Robinson Jeffers.

dcintra: “Who has kissed Fate on the mouth, and blown out the lamp—must lie with her.” —Robinson Jeffers

rmmmizan: "The Colour of your Favourite Rose— 13/75 Life With or Without Financial Freedom" MY INSPIRATIONAL HEROES AND HEROINES 1/7 Climate change is the real threat that the human race has ever faced. There are always environmentalists such as John Muir, Aldo Leopold, Robinson Jeffers,

Sahelanth: Reading more Robinson Jeffers, because it’s a nice thing to do until I am inevitably killed by biology I guess.

TheUntranslated: Robinson Jeffers Collected Poetry Vol. 1

joequeirolo: Integrity is wholeness, the greatest beauty is Organic wholeness, the wholeness of life and things, the divine beauty of the universe. Love that, not man Apart from that, or else you will share man's pitiful confusions, or drown in despair when his days darken. -Robinson Jeffers



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