See! how this world in reality
of the mind,
still through studded feelings arise, arise,
meted out of proportion in disfigured form
thy haggard bones, pebbles and stones
by the ocean sink this darkly drowned enigma
of yore dream o'er the dale,
ah, pays homage to the setting sun,
that crow's quill of foul fawning bay at my door,
of cut-out trees in the rainforest with pen-pricked angels,
apart from where you tread the mundane shell,
heaven-ward bent that soldier's grave unknown,
from another shore to arise, to suffer by thee alone
against a plumed hat on knees in ruffled feathers,
a horse-on-saddle at his knee touched the ground,
of ten thousand and one Jewel that bewailing night asleep.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Wednesday, October 28,2015 4: 49: 21 PM

by Naveed Khalid

Comments (4)

Beautiful, Truthful, Timeless, I love this man who was
It angers me that so few people have heard of this stubborn noble mind. The cold passion for truth/Hunts in no pack. I think it' a cold passion - or maybe a white-hot passion - that thrills in all Jeffers's work.
Have just discovered Robinson Jeffars at a somewhat late stage in life. His voice is in time. This poem is uncanny.
You are not Catullus, you know, To lampoon these crude sketches of Caesar. You are far From Dante's feet, but even farther from his dirty Political hatreds. Let boys want pleasure, and men Struggle for power, and women perhaps for fame, And the servile to serve a Leader and the dupes to be duped. Yours is not theirs. - (in ITALIAN) : Non sei Catullo, sai, Per mettere in satira questi rozzi profili di Cesare. Sei lontano Dalle orme di Dante, ma ancor più lontano dai suoi sconci Livori politici. Lascia che i ragazzi cerchino il piacere, e gli uomini Lottino per il potere, e le donne forse per la fama, E che l'abietto serva un leader e i creduloni siano ingannati. Tu non sei loro.