Robinson Jeffers

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

Robinson Jeffers Poems

81. Shine, Republic 4/12/2010
82. Shiva 1/13/2003
83. Shooting Season 4/12/2010
84. Sign-Post 1/13/2003
85. So Many Blood-Lakes 1/13/2003
86. Soliloquy 4/12/2010
87. Song Of Quietness 12/9/2014
88. Steelhead 4/12/2010
89. Still The Mind Smiles 4/12/2010
90. Subjected Earth 4/12/2010
91. Suicide's Stone 4/12/2010
92. Summer Holiday 1/13/2003
93. Tamar 4/12/2010
94. The Answer 1/13/2003
95. The Beaks Of Eagles 4/12/2010
96. The Bed By The Window 4/12/2010
97. The Bird With The Dark Plumes 1/13/2003
98. The Bloody Sire 4/12/2010
99. The Broadstone 4/12/2010
100. The Broken Balance 1/13/2003
101. The Caged Eagle’s Death Dream 4/12/2010
102. The Coast-Road 4/12/2010
103. The Cruel Falcon 4/12/2010
104. The Cycle 4/12/2010
105. The Day Is A Poem (September 19, 1939) 4/12/2010
106. The Dead To Clemenceau: 4/12/2010
107. The Deer Lay Down Their Bones 1/13/2003
108. The Epic Stars 1/13/2003
109. The Excesses Of God 1/13/2003
110. The Eye 1/13/2003
111. The Giant’s Ring 4/12/2010
112. The Great Explosion 1/13/2003
113. The Great Sunset 4/12/2010
114. The Loving Shepherdess 4/12/2010
115. The Low Sky 4/12/2010
116. The Machine 1/13/2003
117. The Maid's Thought 1/13/2003
118. The Old Man’s Dream After He Died 4/12/2010
119. The Place For No Story 4/12/2010
120. The Purse-Seine 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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Sign-Post

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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