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Robinson Jeffers

Robinson Jeffers

Ave Caesar

No bitterness: our ancestors did it.
They were only ignorant and hopeful, they wanted freedom but wealth too.
Their children will learn to hope for a Caesar.
Or rather—for we are not aquiline Romans but soft mixed colonists—
Some kindly Sicilian tyrant who’ll keep
Poverty and Carthage off until the Romans arrive,
We are easy to manage, a gregarious people,
Full of sentiment, clever at mechanics, and we love our luxuries.

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Autres oeuvres par Robinson Jeffers...
The Stars Go Over the Lonely Ocean

Unhappy about some far off things That are not my affair, wandering Along the coast and up the lean ri… I saw in the evening The stars go over the lonely ocean…
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New Year’€™s Eve

Staggering homeward between the st… drunkard Babbles a woeful song and babbles The end of the world, the moon’s l… cloud, the storm
Flight of Swans

One who sees giant Orion, the tor… Enormously walking above the ocean… And watches the track of this age… Waver like a spent rocket, waverin… Mortal examinations of darkness, s…
Ossian’s Grave

Steep up in Lubitavish townland s… A ring of great stones like fangs,… Grown up with thousands of years o… The fangs of the stones still biti… Against the stone ring, the oblong…
The Beaks of Eagles

An eagle’s nest on the head of an… precipice-footed ridges Above Ventana Creek, that jagged… falling meteor will ever plow; no… Will ever ride there, no hunter cr…
Shine, Republic

The quality of these trees, green… water, a clear flow; of the rock,… And reticence: each is noble in it… has been the quality of Western ma… There is a stubborn torch that fla…
Summer Holiday

When the sun shouts and people abo… One thinks there were the ages of… bronze And the iron age; iron the unstabl… Steel made of iron, unstable as hi…
Shakespeare’€™s Grave

Doggerel,' he thought, 'will do fo… Poetry’s precious enough not to be… And rhymed it all out with a skew… ‘Spare these stones. Curst be he… Will hold the hands of masons and…
Ossian’€™s Grave

PREHISTORIC MONUMEN… IN ANTRIM Steep up in Lubitavish townland s… A ring of great stones like fangs,… Grown up with thousands of years o…
To the Rock That Will Be a Cornerstone of the House

Old garden of grayish and ochre li… How long a rime since the brown pe… here Built fires beside you and nestled… Out of the ranging sea-wind? A hu…
The Day Is a Poem (September 19, 1939)

This morning Hitler spoke in Danz… A man of genius: that is, of amazi… Ability, courage, devotion, cored… Heard clearly through the dog wrat… Wailing in Danzig; invoking destr…
Antrim

No spot of earth where men have so… Fought and survived and cancelled… Pict and Gael and Dane, McQuilla… Savages, the Scot, the Norman, th… Here in the narrow passage and the…
End of the World

When I was young in school in Swi… We used to take it for known that… Would last the earth out, not dyin… About the last man walking in stoi… Of the last sea, alone, alone, alo…
Hands

Inside a cave in a narrow canyon n… The vault of rock is painted with… A multitude of hands in the twilig… more, No other picture. There’s no one…
New Mexican Mountain

I watch the Indians dancing to he… pueblo. The old men squat in a rin… And make the song, the young women… few shame-faced young men, shuffle… The lean-muscled young men are nak…



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