Robinson Jeffers, Selected Poems Quotes
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.
Before there was any water there were tides of fire, both our tones flow from the older fountain.
To the end of this age. Oh, a thousand yearsWill Hardly leach, ” he thought, “this dust of that fire.