I have seen these ways of God: I know of no reason For fire and change and torture and the old returnings. Robinson Jeffers More Quotes by Robinson Jeffers More Quotes From Robinson Jeffers They import and they consume reality. Robinson Jeffers importsreality If you should look for this place after a handful of lifetimes: Robinson Jeffers darkhomeart The love of freedom has been the quality of Western man. Robinson Jeffers westernqualitymen Oh heavy change. The world deteriorates like a rotting apple, worms and a skin. Robinson Jeffers applesskinschange Shiva... is the only hunter that will ever catch the wild swan; The prey she will take last is the wild white swan of the beauty of things. Then she will be alone, pure destruction, achieved and supreme, Empty darkness under the death-tent wings. She will build a nest of the swan's bones and hatch a new brood, Hang new heavens with new birds, all be renewed. Robinson Jeffers swanswhitewings We might remember ... not to fear death; it is the only way to be cleansed. Robinson Jeffers mightdeathway If millions are born millions must die. Robinson Jeffers borndiesifs Truly men hate the truth; they'd liefer meet a tiger on the road. Robinson Jeffers tigershatemen As for me, I would rather be a worm in a wild apple than a son of man. But we are what we are, and we might remember not to hate any person, for all are vicious; And not to be astonished at any evil, all are deserved; And not to fear death; it is the only way to be cleansed. Robinson Jeffers hatemenson Seagulls . . . slim yachts of the element. Robinson Jeffers slimelementsbird And you, America, that passion made you. You were not born to Robinson Jeffers luxurypassionfreedom Only the drum is confident, it thinks the world has not changed Robinson Jeffers confidencemusicchange Does it matter whether you hate yourself? At least love your eyes that can see, your mind that can hear the music, the thunder of the wings. Robinson Jeffers hateeyewings When the sun shouts and people abound One thinks there were the ages of stone and the age of bronze And the iron age; iron the unstable metal; Steel made of iron, unstable as his mother; the tow-ered-up cities Will be stains of rust on mounds of plaster. Roots will not pierce the heaps for a time, kind rains will cure them, Then nothing will remain of the iron age And all these people but a thigh-bone or so, a poem Stuck in the world's thought, splinters of glass In the rubbish dumps, a concrete dam far off in the mountain. Robinson Jeffers motherrainthinking
