Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated
Challengers of oblivion
Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down,
The square-limbed Roman letters
Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well
Builds his monument mockingly;
For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun
Die blind and blacken to the heart:
Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained thoughts found
The honey of peace in old poems.
To The Stone-Cutters
Analysis, meaning and summary of Robinson Jeffers's poem To The Stone-Cutters
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[…] or the stars themselves, my “say” about it.The connection to my poem is strongest in “To the Stone-Cutters”, especially the last four lines:“For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the […]
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