A little too abstract, a little too wise, It is time for us to kiss the earth again, It is time to let the leaves rain from the skies, Let the rich l… - Robinson Jeffers

SONG OF QUIETNESS

Drink deep, drink deep of quietness,
And on the margins of the sea
Remember not thine old distress
Nor all the miseries to be.
Calmer than mists, and cold
As they, that fold on fold
Up the dim valley are rolled,
Learn thou to be.

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

I think . . . I think says the brain . . .
But the little spire with the eyes of ecstasy
On the brain’s dome is the life,
Not thinking anything,
But flaming . . . little fool you will cease
Flaming when you flame up to peace.