i want roses in my garden bower, dig?
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, his heart blackening :
Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained thoughts found
The honey peace in old poems.
-Robinson Jeffers