“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.” TryingPoetryHateLinesWhiteSkyColorBirdI HateMirrorsGrassThroatTwilightFlashPaleVersesCurvesPencilsBladesSplendorCrackedTwigs Book:The Collected Poetry of Robinson Jeffers: 1928-1938 Source: The Collected Poetry of Robinson Jeffers: 1928-1938
“"Humanism" is to be human, to think, to analyze, and to probe. To respond and to be stimulated by all living things - beasts, fowl, and fishes. To respond through touch, sight, smell, and sound to all things in nature - both organic and inorganic-to colors, shapes, and textures - to not only look at a blade of grass but to really see a blade of grass. These things, to me, are what life and living are all about. I would call it "Humanism."” ThinkingHumansLooksSoundAtheismColorShapesLife And LivingAll ThingsSightHumanismFishesPositive AtheismSmellGrassBeastBladesLiving ThingsTextureBlades Of GrassFowl Author:Jacob Lawrence