The latter part of the seventeenth century was a
piping time for a business man in the Old World.
Enough of the romance of exploration was left over from Queen Elizabeth's day to lend glamor to the enterprises of investors, and men saw the earth ap [...]
Off the flat coast with its ample curves the island lay—not far, but in a sufficient isolation. If it had ever been a part of the mainland it must have torn loose long ago, hating its seamless identity with the mass of the continent, and have lumbe [...]
—i am the Greek,
Unfreezing sluices of laughter.
The deathward eyes of men I turn to seek A many-colored globe.
The suppliant knee Rises from penitence and goes after The trickle of unquenchable music.—
—When my enemies did me to death: I lay h [...]
Ilook at you, white girl, fatally walled In a harsh black rectangle away from me,
And this untouchable leaves me appalled,
This whiter than whey, this alien effigy With a heaviness of deathly lilies, white And cold as a headstone glimmering at night. [...]
THE window-square Gapes on a cloudy blank, where beyond the Islands In sable space the solemn dayclean widens,
Wells in grave air.
Cold creek; cold sky;
Cold bricks within;
I kneel and kindle my fire,
Whose lief and lovely breath feigns to conspire A [...]
Thurso's Landing. By Robinson Jeffers. New York: Horace Liveright. $2.50. Conquistador. By Archibald MacLeish. Boston,: Houghton Mifflin Company. $2.50.
Critics have formed the habit of speaking of Robinson Jeffers' poetry as Greek, and the compar [...]