From wood s lot comes this remarkable exhibit on the craggy poet Robinson Jeffers, who much preferred hawks to people. “Shine, Perishing Republic” is famous and unforgettable, but like Mr. Woods, I will quote another poem that is all too timely:
No bitterness: our ancestors did it.
They were only ignorant and hopeful, they wanted freedom but wealth too.
Their children will learn to hope for a Caesar.
Or rather—for we are not aquiline Romans but soft mixed colonists—
Some kindly Sicilian tyrant who’ll keep
Poverty and Carthage off until the Romans arrive,
We are easy to manage, a gregarious people,
Full of sentiment, clever at mechanics, and we love our luxuries.