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Robinson Jeffers

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

Poems of Robinson Jeffers

81. Shiva 1/13/2003
82. Shooting Season 4/12/2010
83. Sign-Post 1/13/2003
84. So Many Blood-Lakes 1/13/2003
85. Soliloquy 4/12/2010
86. Song of Quietness -new- 12/9/2014
87. Steelhead 4/12/2010
88. Still The Mind Smiles 4/12/2010
89. Subjected Earth 4/12/2010
90. Suicide's Stone 4/12/2010
91. Summer Holiday 1/13/2003
92. Tamar 4/12/2010
93. The Answer 1/13/2003
94. The Beaks Of Eagles 4/12/2010
95. The Bed By The Window 4/12/2010
96. The Bird With The Dark Plumes 1/13/2003
97. The Bloody Sire 4/12/2010
98. The Broadstone 4/12/2010
99. The Broken Balance 1/13/2003
100. The Caged Eagle’s Death Dream 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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