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

Vulture

I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside
Above the ocean. I saw through half-shut eyelids a vulture wheeling
high up in heaven,
And presently it passed again, but lower and nearer, its orbit
narrowing,
I understood then
That I was under inspection. I lay death-still and heard the flight-
feathers
Whistle above me and make their circle and come nearer.
I could see the naked red head between the great wings
Bear downward staring. I said, 'My dear bird, we are wasting time
here.
These old bones will still work; ...

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Civilized, crying: how to be human again; this will tell you how.
Turn outward, love things, not men, turn right away from humanity,
Let that doll lie. Consider if you like how the lilies grow,
Lean on the silent rock until you feel its divinity
Make your veins cold; look at the silent stars, let your eyes
Climb the great ladder out of the pit of yourself and man.
Things are so beautiful, your love will follow your eyes;
Things are the God; you will love God and not in vain,
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