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Robinson Jeffers (10 January 1887 – 20 January 1962 / Allegheny, Pennsylvania)
Poems of Robinson Jeffers
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| 61. | Original Sin | 4/12/2010 |
| 62. | Ossian’s Grave | 4/12/2010 |
| 63. | People And A Heron | 4/12/2010 |
| 64. | Phenomena | 4/12/2010 |
| 65. | Post Mortem | 4/12/2010 |
| 66. | Praise Life | 4/12/2010 |
| 67. | Promise Of Peace | 1/13/2003 |
| 68. | Quia Absurdum | 4/12/2010 |
| 69. | Rearmament | 4/12/2010 |
| 70. | Return | 1/13/2003 |
| 71. | Roan Stallion | 4/12/2010 |
| 72. | Rock And Hawk | 1/13/2003 |
| 73. | Salmon-Fishing | 4/12/2010 |
| 74. | Science | 4/12/2010 |
| 75. | Second-Best | 4/12/2010 |
| 76. | Self-Criticism In February | 4/12/2010 |
| 77. | Shakespeare’s Grave | 4/12/2010 |
| 78. | Shane O’Neill’s Cairn | 4/12/2010 |
| 79. | Shine, Perishing Republic | 1/13/2003 |
| 80. | Shine, Republic | 4/12/2010 |
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The Epic Stars
The heroic stars spending themselves,
Coining their very flesh into bullets for the lost battle,
They must burn out at length like used candles;
And Mother Night will weep in her triumph, taking home her heroes.
There is the stuff for an epic poem--
This magnificent raid at the heart of darkness, this lost battle--
We don't know enough, we'll never know.
Oh happy Homer, taking the stars and the Gods for granted.
