Robinson Jeffers

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

Robinson Jeffers Poems

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

Is it not by his high superfluousness we know
Our God? For to be equal a need
Is natural, animal, mineral: but to fling
Rainbows over the rain
And beauty above the moon, and secret rainbows
On the domes of deep sea-shells,
And make the necessary embrace of breeding
Beautiful also as fire,
Not even the weeds to multiply without blossom

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