“Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you fore defeated Challengers of oblivion Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down, The square-limbed Roman letters Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well Builds his monument mockingly; For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun Die blind and blacken to the heart: Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained thoughts found The honey of peace in old poems.”
“Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you fore defeated Challengers of oblivion Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down, The square-limbed Roman letters Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well Builds his monument mockingly; For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun Die blind and blacken to the heart: Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained thoughts found The honey of peace in old poems.”
Robinson Jeffers
“Imagination, the traitor of the mind, has taken my solitude and slain it.”
Robinson Jeffers“Cruelty is a part of nature, at least of human nature, but it is the one thing that seems unnatural to us.”
Robinson Jeffers“The greatest beauty is organic wholeness, the wholeness of life and things, the divine beauty of the universe.”
Robinson Jeffers“The heads of strong old age are beautiful / Beyond all grace of youth”
Robinson Jeffers“The tides are in our veins, we still mirror the stars, life is your child, but there is in meOlder and harder than life and more impartial, the eye that watched before there was an ocean.”
Robinson Jeffers“I've changed my ways a little, I cannot nowRun with you in the evenings along the shore,Except in a kind of dream, and you, if you dream a moment,You see me there.”
Robinson Jeffers“To me, the best, if not the only function of imaginative writing, is to lead the human imagination outward, to take it into the vast external cosmos, and away from all that introversion and introspection, that morbidly exaggerated prying into one's own vitals—and the vitals of others—which Robinson Jeffers has so aptly symbolized as "incest." What we need is less "human interest," in the narrow sense of the term—not more. Physiological—and even psychological analysis—can be largely left to the writers of scientific monographs on such themes. Fiction, as I see it, is not the place for that sort of grubbing.”
Clark Ashton Smith“To the end of this age. Oh, a thousand yearsWill Hardly leach,” he thought, “this dust of that fire.”
Robinson Jeffers, Selected Poems“Before there was any water there were tides of fire, both our tones flow from the older fountain.”
Robinson Jeffers, Selected Poems“In pleasant peace and security How suddenly the soul in a man begins to die He shall look up above the stalled oxen Envying the cruel falcon, And dig under the straw for a stone To bruise himself on.”
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