Poem by Robinson Jeffers

Joy

Though joy is better than sorrow, joy is not great;
Peace is great, strength is great.
Not for joy the stars burn, not for joy the vulture
Spreads her gray sails on the air
Over the mountain; not for joy the worn mountain
Stands, while years like water
Trench his long sides. “I am neither mountain nor bird
Nor star; and I seek joy.”
The weakness of your breed: yet at length quietness
Will cover those wistful eyes.

1. October Evening
2. The Day Is a Poem (September 19, 1939)
3. To Helen about Her Hair
4. Song of Quietness
5. The Place for No Story

Sara Teasdale Joy ("I am wild, I will sing to the trees")

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