O that our souls could scale a height like this,
A mighty mountain swept o’er by the bleak
Keen winds of heaven; and, standing on that peak
Above the blinding clouds of prejudice,
Would we could see all truly as it is;
The calm eternal truth would keep us meek.
Quotations by:
Jeffers, Robinson
I suppose the desire for publication is a normal part of the instinct for writing … the writer sits at home, and the mere fact of being printed provides his verses with a kind of audience … So, having his vanity partially satisfied, he can go ahead and try better work.