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

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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