Robinson Jeffers

Life from the Lifeless

Spirits and illusions have died,
The naked mind lives
In the beauty of inanimate things.

Flowers wither, grass fades, trees wilt,
The forest is burnt;
The rock is not burnt.

The deer starve, the winter birds
Die on their twigs and lie
In the blue dawns in the snow.

Men suffer want and become
Curiously ignoble; as prosperity
made them curiously vile.

But look how noble the world is,
The lonely-flowing waters, the secret-
Keeping stones, the flowing sky.

7 comments:

annabella said...

secret-keeping stones. that's very beautiful.

eeyore said...

still, the whole thing kind of bums me out:)

annabella said...

Aw... no sad. Happy donkeys. Roar?

I wish I could post a picture of SCOUT here for you. I would if I could. She is bigger than a basset, I think.

(0v0) said...

Illusions have died... but look at how noble the world is.

Look.

He's a cranky old one, eh?

But i like it. It would be a celebration if he had a better personality.

eeyore said...

he was a grouchy old guy.

eeyore said...

he was a grouchy old guy.

eeyore said...

wow, he must have been really grouchy.