Robinson Jeffers

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

Robinson Jeffers Poems

41. Hurt Hawks 1/13/2003
42. Inscription For A Gravestone 4/12/2010
43. Intellectuals 4/12/2010
44. Iona: The Graves Of The Kings 4/12/2010
45. Joy 4/12/2010
46. July Fourth By The Ocean 1/13/2003
47. Let Them Alone 1/13/2003
48. Life From The Lifeless 4/12/2010
49. Love The Wild Swan 1/13/2003
50. Margrave 4/12/2010
51. Meditation On Saviors 1/13/2003
52. Mountain Pines 2/7/2015
53. Natural Music 4/12/2010
54. New Mexican Mountain 4/12/2010
55. New Year’s Eve 4/12/2010
56. Night 4/12/2010
57. Night Without Sleep 4/12/2010
58. No Resurrection 4/12/2010
59. November Surf 4/12/2010
60. Now Returned Home 4/12/2010
61. On Building With Stone 1/13/2003
62. Original Sin 4/12/2010
63. Ossian’s Grave 4/12/2010
64. People And A Heron 4/12/2010
65. Phenomena 4/12/2010
66. Post Mortem 4/12/2010
67. Praise Life 4/12/2010
68. Promise Of Peace 1/13/2003
69. Quia Absurdum 4/12/2010
70. Rearmament 4/12/2010
71. Return 1/13/2003
72. Roan Stallion 4/12/2010
73. Rock And Hawk 1/13/2003
74. Salmon-Fishing 4/12/2010
75. Science 4/12/2010
76. Second-Best 4/12/2010
77. Self-Criticism In February 4/12/2010
78. Shakespeare’s Grave 4/12/2010
79. Shane O’neill’s Cairn 4/12/2010
80. Shine, Perishing Republic 1/13/2003
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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