Shiva… is the only hunter that will ever catch the wild swan;The prey she will take last is the wild white swan of the beauty of things.Then she will be alone, pure destruction, achieved and...

That public men publish falsehoodsIs 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....

Why does insanity always twist the great answers? Because only tormented persons want truth.Man is an animal like other animals, wants food and success and women, not truth. Only if the mind Tortured by some...

While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening to empire, I And protest, only a bubble in the molten mass, pops and sighs out, and the mass hardens, I sadly smiling...

It is good for man To try all changes, progress and corruption, powers, peace and anguish, not to go down the dinosaur’s way Until all his capacities have been explored: and it is good for...

Imagination, the traitor of the mind, has taken my solitude and slain it.

[There are many other reasons for deciding to use Linux. But as I think about this question, I’m reminded of a poem by Robinson Jeffers entitled] The Beauty of Things. … reasons, but not the...

You have perhaps heard some false reportsOn the subject of God. He is not dead; and he is not a fable. He is not mocked nor forgotten–Successfully. God is a lion that comes in the...

Cruelty is a part of nature, at least of human nature, but it is the one thing that seems unnatural to us.

The deep dark-shining Pacific leans on the land Feeling his cold strength To the outmost margins

I’ve changed my ways a little, I cannot nowRun with you in the evenings along the shore,Except in a kind of dream, and you, if you dream a moment,You see me there.

Pleasure is the carrot dangled to lead the ass to market; or the precipice.

What but the wolf’s tooth whittled so fine The fleet limbs of the antelope?What but fear winged the birds, and hunger Jewelled with such eyes the great goshawk’s head?

What is this thing called life? I believeThat the earth and the stars too, and the whole glittering universe, and rocks on the mountains have life,Only we do not call it so–I speak of the...

He is strong and pain is worse to the strong, incapacity is worse.

Look how noble the world is, the lonely-flowing waters, the secret-keeping stones, the flowing sky.

The tides are in our veins, we still mirror the stars, life is your child, but there is in meOlder and harder than life and more impartial, the eye that watched before there was an...

The love of freedom has been the quality of Western man.

Before there was any water there were tides of fire, both our tones flow from the older fountain.

Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you fore defeated Challengers of oblivion Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down, The square-limbed Roman letters Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as...

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

this dust of that fire.

I learned that ruling poor men’s hands is nothing. Ruling men’s money’s a wedge in the world. But after I’d split it open a crack I looked in and saw the trick inside it, the...

A severed hand Is an ugly thing and man dissevered from the earth and stars and his history… for contemplation or in fact… Often appears atrociously ugly. Integrity is wholeness, the greatest beauty is Organic...

The greatest beauty is organic wholeness, the wholeness of life and things, the divine beauty of the universe.

To feel greatly, and understand greatly, and express greatly, the naturalBeauty, is the sole business of poetry.The rest’s diversion: those holy or noble sentiments, the intricate ideas,The love, lust, longing: reasons, but not the reason.

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.