A Prophecy from 1934

Robinson Jeffers was, without a doubt, one of America's greatest poets. I have been inspired by him time and time again. His purely eloquent use of language and emotion flows across the mind and invites a deeper introspection. With just a few words, he was able to conjure up exactly what he was looking at. With his more politically inspired works, the underlying messages were of a revulsion of war and greed. Here is a most dramatic poem titled Shiva, published in 1934, and it so clearly reflects the truly disgusting energy that is being manifested by the powers that be in our own time.

Shiva

There is a hawk that is picking the birds out of our sky.
She killed the pigeons of peace and security,
She has taken honesty and confidence from nations and men,
She is hunting the lonely heron of liberty.
She loads the arts with nonsense, she is very cunning,
Science with dreams and the state with powers to catch them at last.
Nothing will escape her at last, flying nor running.
This is the hawk that picks out the stars' eyes.
This is the only hunter that will ever catch the wild swan;
The prey she will take last is the wild white swan of the beauty of things.
Then she will be alone, pure destruction, achieve and supreme,
Empty darkness under the death-tent wings.
She will build a nest of the swan's bones and hatch a new brood,
Hang new heavens with new birds, all be renewed.