Treasure Island

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. Steelhead 4/12/2010
87. Still The Mind Smiles 4/12/2010
88. Subjected Earth 4/12/2010
89. Suicide's Stone 4/12/2010
90. Summer Holiday 1/13/2003
91. Tamar 4/12/2010
92. The Answer 1/13/2003
93. The Beaks Of Eagles 4/12/2010
94. The Bed By The Window 4/12/2010
95. The Bird With The Dark Plumes 1/13/2003
96. The Bloody Sire 4/12/2010
97. The Broadstone 4/12/2010
98. The Broken Balance 1/13/2003
99. The Caged Eagle’s Death Dream 4/12/2010
100. The Coast-Road 4/12/2010

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
faiths--

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