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“Happy people die whole, they are all dissolved in a moment, they have had what they wanted.”

Quote by Robinson Jeffers

Book:The Selected Poetry of Robinson Jeffers

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The Selected Poetry of Robinson Jeffers

This volume presents a curated selection of Robinson Jeffers' poetry, reflecting his profound connection to the natural world and his exploration of existential themes. Jeffers' work is known for its vivid imagery and philosophical depth, offering readers a glimpse into his unique perspective on life and the universe. more

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Robinson Jeffers

Robinson Jeffers was an American poet known for his majestic descriptions of nature and profound philosophical reflections. His poetry often explores the relationship between humans and the natural world, as well as reflections on modern civilization. more

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“Humanity is the start of the race; I say Humanity is the mould to break away from, the crust to break through, the coal to break into fire, The atom to be split.”

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Book:The Selected Poetry of Robinson Jeffers

Source: The Selected Poetry of 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 mirrors ever to catch One color, one glinting flash, of the splendor of things.”

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Book:The Collected Poetry of Robinson Jeffers: 1928-1938

Source: The Collected Poetry of Robinson Jeffers: 1928-1938

“The cold passion for truth hunts in no pack.”

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Book:The Collected Poetry of Robinson Jeffers: 1938-1962

Source: The Collected Poetry of Robinson Jeffers: 1938-1962

“O that our souls could scale a height like this, A mighty mountain swept o'er by the bleak Keen winds of heaven; and, standing on that peak Above the blinding clouds of prejudice, Would we could see all truly as it is; The calm eternal truth would keep us meek.”

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Book:The Collected Poetry of Robinson Jeffers: Poetry 1903-1920, prose, and unpublished writings

Source: The Collected Poetry of Robinson Jeffers: Poetry 1903-1920, prose, and unpublished writings

“We have to live like people in a web of knives, we mustn't reach out our hands or we get them gashed.”

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Book:Cawdor, a Long Poem: Medea, After Euripides

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Book:The Wild God of the World: An Anthology of Robinson Jeffers

Source: The Wild God of the World: An Anthology of Robinson Jeffers

“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.”

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Book:The Collected Poetry of Robinson Jeffers: 1938-1962

Source: The Collected Poetry of Robinson Jeffers: 1938-1962

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Book:The Selected Poetry of Robinson Jeffers

Source: The Selected Poetry of Robinson Jeffers

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