by Robinson Jeffers

by Robinson Jeffers
     Here is a symbol in which
     Many high tragic thoughts
     Watch their own eyes.
     This gray rock， standing tall
     On the headland， where the seawind
     Lets no tree grow，
     Earthquake-proved， and signatured
     By ages of storms： on its peak
     A falcon has perched.
     I think， here is your emblem
     To hang in the future sky；
     Not the cross， not the hive，
     But this； bright power， dark peace；
     Fierce consciousness joined with final
     Disinterestedness；
     Life with calm death； the falcon's
     Realist eyes and act
     Married to the massive
     Mysticism of stone，
     Which failure cannot cast down
     Nor success make proud.