Author of quotes: Robinson Jeffers



Physicists and mathematicians
Its mythology; they go by the truth,
Not touching her, their equations are false
But still work. And when an error is detected,
They compose a new equation, leave the theory of waves
In the universal ether and invented a curved space.
Yet their equation is destroyed Hiroshima.
It worked.
The poet, too
Its mythology. He says that the moon was born From the Pacific ocean.
He said that the city of Troy burned because of the wondrous
Wandering woman, whose face is sent in a campaign a thousand ships.
It's nonsense, it may be true, but the Church and the state
Standing on a Wilder implausible myths
Like the fact that people are born equal and free: just think!
And that a wandering Hebrew poet Jesus
The God of the universe. Just think!
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Bezumca with sharp eyes long white fingers
Clung to the stones of the wall
Hair in the wind, in the mouth Creek. But tell me, Cassandra,
It is important that someone believed
Your bitter speeches? Truly men hate the truth,
they are nicer
On the way home to meet tiger.
That is why the poets podslushat the truth lies; but the merchants
Religion and politics piling new lies on the old,
and glorify them for the kind Wisdom. You fool, think.
No: you chew in the corner of your little truths, and people
And the gods are revolted. - We're with you, Cassandra.
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Dance of seagulls in a storm, games and the roar of the seals
Over the ocean and under water...
Divine surplus of beauty
Rules of the game, decides the fate of growing trees.
Gromozdin mountains, swelling waves.
Incredible joy.
Stars fire together, as the lips. Oh, let me
To connect with you, because no girl
Not burning and not hungry for love
More than I on the banks of the seal, where the wings
Woven like a cloth in the air
Divine surplus of beauty.
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Yes, death will eat us all; but to die,
Having to create something more durable
Than flesh and blood, does only reset
All weak? Here mountains are dead stone
We can caravati Il anger
With their beauty and daring indifference,
But we can not flattery or blasphemy
To influence them. And the thoughts of the dead.
Quote Explanation: from the biography of Christopher McCandless: "In August, the 12th, McCandless made his presumably last entry in the journal: "Beautiful Blueberries." ("Beautiful Blueberries.") He tore a page from the memoirs of Louis l'amour, Education of a wandering man, containing an excerpt of the poem by Robinson Jeffers "Wise men in their hard hours" ("Wise Men in Their Bad Hours")".
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