Robinson Jeffers

(10 January 1887 – 20 January 1962 / Allegheny, Pennsylvania)

Robinson Jeffers Poems

1. Mountain Pines 2/7/2015
2. Song Of Quietness 12/9/2014
3. To Helen About Her Hair 11/20/2014
4. The Loving Shepherdess 4/12/2010
5. Give Your Heart To The Hawks 6/29/2012
6. Steelhead 4/12/2010
7. New Mexican Mountain 4/12/2010
8. Thebaid 4/12/2010
9. Thurso’s Landing 4/12/2010
10. The Giant’s Ring 4/12/2010
11. Shane O’neill’s Cairn 4/12/2010
12. Theory Of Truth 4/12/2010
13. The Broadstone 4/12/2010
14. The Tower Beyond Tragedy 4/12/2010
15. The Truce And The Peace 4/12/2010
16. The Place For No Story 4/12/2010
17. Quia Absurdum 4/12/2010
18. New Year’s Eve 4/12/2010
19. Fog 4/12/2010
20. The Low Sky 4/12/2010
21. The Wind-Struck Music 4/12/2010
22. The Great Sunset 4/12/2010
23. The Songs Of The Dead Men To The Three Dancers 4/12/2010
24. The Coast-Road 4/12/2010
25. Hooded Night 4/12/2010
26. To The House 4/12/2010
27. From The Women At Point Sur 4/12/2010
28. The Cruel Falcon 4/12/2010
29. The Dead To Clemenceau: 4/12/2010
30. Soliloquy 4/12/2010
31. Shooting Season 4/12/2010
32. Give Your Wish Light 4/12/2010
33. Shakespeare’s Grave 4/12/2010
34. Flight Of Swans 4/12/2010
35. Second-Best 4/12/2010
36. Margrave 4/12/2010
37. Iona: The Graves Of The Kings 4/12/2010
38. Now Returned Home 4/12/2010
39. Subjected Earth 4/12/2010
40. The Bloody Sire 4/12/2010
Best Poem of Robinson Jeffers

Vulture

I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside
Above the ocean. I saw through half-shut eyelids a vulture wheeling
high up in heaven,
And presently it passed again, but lower and nearer, its orbit
narrowing,
I understood then
That I was under inspection. I lay death-still and heard the flight-
feathers
Whistle above me and make their circle and come nearer.
I could see the naked red head between the great wings
Bear downward staring. I said, 'My dear bird, we are wasting time
here.
These old bones will still work; ...

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Civilized, crying: how to be human again; this will tell you how.
Turn outward, love things, not men, turn right away from humanity,
Let that doll lie. Consider if you like how the lilies grow,
Lean on the silent rock until you feel its divinity
Make your veins cold; look at the silent stars, let your eyes
Climb the great ladder out of the pit of yourself and man.
Things are so beautiful, your love will follow your eyes;
Things are the God; you will love God and not in vain,
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