NIGHT by Robinson Jeffers ( 1887-1962) (excerpts)
The ebb slips from the rock, the sunken Tide-rocks lift streaming shoulders
out of the slack, the slow west sombering its torch.
Over the dark mountain, over the dark pinewood, Down the long dark valley along the shrunken river
Returns the splendor without rays, the shining of shadow,Peace-bringer, the matrix of all shining and quieter of shining
where the shore widens on the bay she opens dark wings and the ocean accepts her glory.
Far off from here the slender flocks of the mountain forestMove among stems like towers
Of the old redwoods to the stream, no twig cracklingInto the mountain water among the dark ferns.....The tide, moving the night's vastness with lonely voices,Turns, the deep dark-shining Pacific leans on the land
To the outmost margins: you Night will resume the stars in your time.Truly the spouting fountains of light, Antares, Arcturus, tire of their flow,They sing one song but they think silence.And Life, the flicker of men and moths and the wolf on the hillHave men's minds changed, or the rock hidden in the deep waters of the soul Broken the surface?
A few centuries gone by, was none dared not to people the darkness beyond the stars with harps....But now , dear, is the truth...Life is grown sweeter........
Photography 2025
"Night" by Robinson Jeffers is in the public domain. It is a very long narrative in the epic style of Greek theatre...
But now , dear, is the truth...
Life is grown sweeter........
Photography 2025 "Night" by Robinson Jeffers is in the public domain. It is a very long narrative in the epic style of Greek theatre...
