Friday, September 11, 2020



Civilized, crying how to be human again:this will tell you how.

Turn outward, love things, not men, turn right away from humanity,

Let that doll die. Consider if you like how the lilies grow,

Lean on the silent rock until you feel its divinity

Make your veins cold, look at the silent stars, let your eyes

Climb the great ladder out of the pit of yourself and man.

Things are so beautiful, your love will follow your eyes;

Things are the God, you will love God, and not in vain,

For what we love, we grow to it, we share its nature. At length

You will look back along the stars' rays and see that even

The poor doll humanity has a place under heaven.

Its qualities repair their mosaic around you, the chips of strength

And sickness; but now you are free, even to become human,

But born of the rock and the air, not of a woman.


Robinson Jeffers
The Selected Poetry of Robinson Jeffers
Random House 1959

We went to his house once long ago.
It's like one of those few places you can't find again.