We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
The living come with grassy tread To read the gravestones on the hill; The graveyard draws the living still, But never anymore the dead. The verses in it say and say: "The ones who living come today To read the stones and go away Tomorrow dead will come to stay." So sure of death the marbles rhyme, Yet can't help marking all the time How no one dead will seem to come. What is it men are shrinking from? It would be easy to be clever And tell the stones: Men hate to die And have stopped dying now forever. I think they would believe the lie.
Don't really get the fear of physical death per se. Part of life. One feels the pain and loss of control that usually precede death. One fears an enemy's torture, being kept from those one loves. But even then, if you have survived labor and delivery, you can imagine enduring in hopes of a holy mystery that will transform. The hope of heaven, which is part of true religion, is not the opiate of the masses, but rather the destination that all of us alternate between striving for and howling for drugs to alleviate our lack of faith.
Like this one of Emily Dickinson's
My life closed twice before its close;
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,
So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
I have just had a lovely response to my question regarding the relationship between Jeffers and Frost. I will post that response below and recommend that anyone interested in Robinson Jeffers should go to www.jeffers.org.
Jeffers and Frost never met nor corresponded, if that is what you are wondering. Robinson Jeffers did correspond a bit with E A Robinson, but never with Frost, to my knowledge. Frost did allude to Jeffers in verse though; see the first entry below. And he said in an interview that he admired him; see the entry under Frost below.
There have been a couple of articles discussing the relationship between Frost's verse and Jeffers' suggested readings are listed below:
Angoff, Charles. “Three Towering Figures: Reflections Upon the Passing of Robert Frost, Robinson Jeffers, William Carlos Williams.” Literary Review 6 (Summer 1963): 423– 29. B10.
Frost, Robert. “A Poet Speaks of Poets.” Los Angeles Times 22 May 1958: sec. 3: 5. [“I am an admirer of Robinson Jeffers. He has kept California as a base.”]
Jarman, Mark. “Robinson, Frost, and Jeffers: The New Narrative Poetry.” Expansive Poetry: Essays on the New Narrative and Narrative Formalism. Ed. Frederick Feirstein. Santa Cruz, CA: Story Line P, 1989. 85–99.
Norwoood, Kyle. "'Enter and Possess': Jeffers, Frost, and the Borders of the Self." In Robinson Jeffers and a Galaxy of Writers: Essays in Honor of William H. Nolte. Ed William B. Thesing. Columbia: Univ of So Carolina P, 1995.
Olson, Ted. “Hearing the Natural Music: A Comparative Linguistic Analysis of Jeffers, Frost, and Pound.” Robinson Jeffers Newsletter 88 (Autumn 1993): 18–26.
Pratt, William. “Three American Ironists: Robinson, Frost, and Jeffers.” Singing the Chaos: Madness and Wisdom in Modern Poetry. Columbia: U of Missouri P, 1996. 114–25.