Robinson Jeffers

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

Poems of Robinson Jeffers

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

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.

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