Robinson Jeffers Quotes about Hate

Does it matter whether you hate yourself? At least love your eyes that can see, your mind that can hear the music, the thunder of the wings.

Does it matter whether you hate yourself? At least love your eyes that can see, your mind that can hear the music, the thunder of the wings.

Robinson Jeffers

Hate, Eye, Wings

Robinson Jeffers, “Love The Wild Swan”

I hate my verses, every line, every word. Oh pale and brittle pencils ever to try One grass-blade's curve, or the throat of one bird That clings to twig, ruffled against white sky. Oh cracked and twilight mirrors ever to catch One color, one glinting flash, of the splendor of things.

Robinson Jeffers

Hate, Twilight, Curves

Robinson Jeffers, Tim Hunt (1988). “The Collected Poetry of Robinson Jeffers: 1928-1938”, p.410, Stanford University Press

Truly men hate the truth; they'd liefer meet a tiger on the road.

Robinson Jeffers

Hate, Men, Tigers

Robinson Jeffers, Tim Hunt (2001). “The Selected Poetry of Robinson Jeffers”, p.579, Stanford University Press

As for me, I would rather be a worm in a wild apple than a son of man. But we are what we are, and we might remember not to hate any person, for all are vicious; And not to be astonished at any evil, all are deserved; And not to fear death; it is the only way to be cleansed.

Robinson Jeffers

Hate, Son, Men

Robinson Jeffers, Albert Gelpi (2003). “The Wild God of the World: An Anthology of Robinson Jeffers”, p.172, Stanford University Press