Robinson Jeffers

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

Robinson Jeffers Poems

121. The Silent Shepherds 1/13/2003
122. The Songs Of The Dead Men To The Three Dancers 4/12/2010
123. The Stars Go Over The Lonely Ocean 1/13/2003
124. The Summit Redwood 1/13/2003
125. The Tower Beyond Tragedy 4/12/2010
126. The Trap 4/12/2010
127. The Treasure 4/12/2010
128. The Truce And The Peace 4/12/2010
129. The Wind-Struck Music 4/12/2010
130. Thebaid 4/12/2010
131. Theory Of Truth 4/12/2010
132. Thurso’s Landing 4/12/2010
133. Time Of Disturbance 1/13/2003
134. To A Young Artist 1/13/2003
135. To Helen About Her Hair 11/20/2014
136. To His Father 4/12/2010
137. To The House 4/12/2010
138. To The Rock That Will Be A Cornerstone Of The House 4/12/2010
139. To The Stone-Cutters 1/13/2003
140. Tor House 1/13/2003
141. Vulture 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Robinson Jeffers

Hurt Hawks


The broken pillar of the wing jags from the clotted shoulder,
The wing trails like a banner in defeat,

No more to use the sky forever but live with famine
And pain a few days: cat nor coyote
Will shorten the week of waiting for death, there is game without talons.

He stands under the oak-bush and waits
The lame feet of salvation; at night he remembers freedom
And flies in a dream, the dawns ruin it.

He is strong and pain is worse to the strong, incapacity is worse.
The curs of the day come and torment him
At distance, no one but death the ...

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The Eye

The Atlantic is a stormy moat; and the Mediterranean,
The blue pool in the old garden,
More than five thousand years has drunk sacrifice
Of ships and blood, and shines in the sun; but here the Pacific--
Our ships, planes, wars are perfectly irrelevant.
Neither our present blood-feud with the brave dwarfs
Nor any future world-quarrel of westering
And eastering man, the bloody migrations, greed of power, clash of

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