While watching Ghost Adventures one day, they did an episode on Robinson Jeffers’ house. Robinson Jeffers was a poet from the central California coast – born in 1887 and died in 1962.

Zak Bagans from Ghost Adventures read a poem that Robinson Jeffers had written and I was in awe. I went to the library, looked for a book of Jeffers’ poems, and found nothing.

I had no idea how hard it was going to be to find a legit, yet affordable, book of Jeffers’ poems. So I searched eBay, as well. And finally found one. It was still $20+ dollars. It was the eleventh printing, copyright in 1927. Having one of the first printed copies is on my bucket list. But for now, the eleventh printing will do.

One of my favorite poems in this book is Be Angry At The Sun:

That public men publish falsehoods
Is nothing new. That America must accept
Like the historical republics corruption and empire
Has been known for years.

Be angry at the sun for setting
If these things anger you. Watch the wheel slope and turn,
They are all bound on the wheel, these people, those warriors.
This republic, Europe, Asia.

Observe them gesticulating,
Observe them going down. The gang serves lies, the passionate
Man plays his part; the cold passion for truth
Hunts in no pack.

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.

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