Robinson Jeffers

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

Robinson Jeffers Poems

1. A Little Scraping 4/12/2010
2. A Redeemer 4/12/2010
3. All The Little Hoofprints 4/12/2010
4. An Artist 4/12/2010
5. Ante Mortem 4/12/2010
6. Antrim 4/12/2010
7. Apology For Bad Dreams 4/12/2010
8. Ascent To The Sierras 1/13/2003
9. Ave Caesar 1/13/2003
10. Be Angry At The Sun 1/13/2003
11. Birds 4/12/2010
12. Birth-Dues 1/13/2003
13. Bixby's Landing 1/13/2003
14. Boats In A Fog 4/12/2010
15. Carmel Point 1/13/2003
16. Cassandra 4/12/2010
17. Contemplation Of The Sword 1/13/2003
18. Contrast 1/13/2003
19. De Rerum Virtute 4/12/2010
20. Decaying Lambskins 4/12/2010
21. Delusion Of Saints 4/12/2010
22. Distant Rainfall 4/12/2010
23. Divinely Superfluous Beauty 4/12/2010
24. End Of The World 4/12/2010
25. Evening Ebb 4/12/2010
26. Fawn's Foster-Mother 1/13/2003
27. Fire On The Hills 1/13/2003
28. Flight Of Swans 4/12/2010
29. Fog 4/12/2010
30. From The Women At Point Sur 4/12/2010
31. Ghosts In England 4/12/2010
32. Give Your Heart To The Hawks 6/29/2012
33. Give Your Wish Light 4/12/2010
34. Going To The Horse Flats 4/12/2010
35. Granite And Cypress 4/12/2010
36. Gray Weather 4/12/2010
37. Hands 4/12/2010
38. Hellenistics 4/12/2010
39. Hooded Night 4/12/2010
40. Hope Is Not For The Wise 4/12/2010
Best Poem of Robinson Jeffers

Inscription For A Gravestone

I am not dead, I have only become inhuman:
That is to say,
Undressed myself of laughable prides and infirmities,
But not as a man
Undresses to creep into bed, but like an athlete
Stripping for the race.
The delicate ravel of nerves that made me a measurer
Of certain fictions
Called good and evil; that made me contract with pain
And expand with pleasure;
Fussily adjusted like a little electroscope:
That's gone, it is true;
(I never miss it; if the universe does,
How easily replaced!)
But all the rest is heightened, widened, set free.
I admired the ...

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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,
For what we

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