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Robinson Jeffers - The Bird With The Dark Plumes

The bird with the dark plumes in my blood,
That never for one moment however I patched my truces
Consented to make peace with the people,
It is pitiful now to watch her pleasure In a breath of 
        tempest
Breaking the sad promise of spring.
Are these that morose hawk's wings, vaulting, a mere 
        mad swallow's,
The snow-shed peak, the violent precipice?
Poor outlaw that would not value their praise do you 
        prize their blame?
"Their liking" she said "was a long creance,
But let them be kind enough to hate me that opens the 
        sky."
It is almost as foolish my poor falcon
To want hatred as to want love; and harder to win.

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Poet: Robinson Jeffers
Poem: The Bird With The Dark Plumes
Volume: Cawdor And Other Poems
Year: Published/Written in 1928
Poem of the Day: Aug 9 2009
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