A little too abstract, a little too wise,
It is time for us to kiss the earth again,
It is time to let the leaves rain from the skies,
Let the rich life run to the roots again.
I will go to the lovely Sur Rivers
And dip my arms in them up to the shoulders.
I will find my accounting where the alder leaf quivers
In the ocean wind over the river boulders.
I will touch things and things and no more thoughts,
That breed like mouthless May-flies darkening the sky,
The insect clouds that blind our passionate hawks
So that they cannot strike, hardly can fly.
Things are the hawk’s food and noble is the mountain, Oh noble
Pico Blanco, steep sea-wave of marble.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Robinson Jeffers's poem Return

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  1. sawyer says:

    This is a great poem! I’ve been writing for a couple of years now and this really inspires me to keep writing. I’m actually going to use it in a project where we have to cite poems and explain their meanings…I hope I nail the meaning of yours 🙂 Great job..keep writing!

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