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Robinson Jeffers - From the Aging category:
The heads of strong old age are beautiful beyond all grace of youth. (Robinson Jeffers)
Robinson Jeffers - From the Beauty category:
Know that however ugly the parts appear
the whole remains beautiful. (Robinson Jeffers)
Robinson Jeffers - From the Confidence category:
We must uncenter our minds from ourselves; / We must unhumanize our views a little, and become confident / As the rock and ocean that we were made from. (Robinson Jeffers)
Robinson Jeffers - From the Earth category:
It is only a little planet, but how beautiful it is. (Robinson Jeffers)
Robinson Jeffers - From the Earth category:
A little too abstract, a little too wise, / It is time for us to kiss the earth again... (Robinson Jeffers)
Robinson Jeffers - From the Freedom category:
- b.1887 d.1962...
Long live freedom and damn the ideologies. (Robinson Jeffers)
Robinson Jeffers - From the Imagination category:
Imagination, the traitor of the mind, has taken my solitude and slain it. (Robinson Jeffers)
Robinson Jeffers - From the Life category:
The tides are in our veins, we still mirror the stars, / Life is your child, but there is in me / Older and harder than life and more impartial, / The eye that watched before there was an ocean. (Robinson Jeffers)
Robinson Jeffers - From the Love category:
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. Love the wild swan. (Robinson Jeffers)
Robinson Jeffers - From the Mirrors category:
Oh cracked and twilight mirrors ever to catch / One color, one glinting flash, of the splendor of things... Better mirrors than yours would crack in the flame... (Robinson Jeffers)
Robinson Jeffers - From the Poetry category:
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. (Robinson Jeffers)
Robinson Jeffers - From the Truth category:
O that our souls could scale a height like this, / A mighty mountain swept o'er by the bleak / Keen winds of heaven... Would we could see all truly as it is; / The calm eternal truth would keep us meek. (Robinson Jeffers)
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