Robinson Jeffers (10 January 1887 – 20 January 1962 / Allegheny, Pennsylvania)
Poems of Robinson Jeffers
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| 101. | The Cruel Falcon | 4/12/2010 |
| 102. | The Cycle | 4/12/2010 |
| 103. | The Day Is A Poem (September 19, 1939) | 4/12/2010 |
| 104. | The Dead To Clemenceau: | 4/12/2010 |
| 105. | The Deer Lay Down Their Bones | 1/13/2003 |
| 106. | The Epic Stars | 1/13/2003 |
| 107. | The Excesses Of God | 1/13/2003 |
| 108. | The Eye | 1/13/2003 |
| 109. | The Giant’s Ring | 4/12/2010 |
| 110. | The Great Explosion | 1/13/2003 |
| 111. | The Great Sunset | 4/12/2010 |
| 112. | The Loving Shepherdess | 4/12/2010 |
| 113. | The Low Sky | 4/12/2010 |
| 114. | The Machine | 1/13/2003 |
| 115. | The Maid's Thought | 1/13/2003 |
| 116. | The Old Man’s Dream After He Died | 4/12/2010 |
| 117. | The Place For No Story | 4/12/2010 |
| 118. | The Purse-Seine | 1/13/2003 |
| 119. | The Silent Shepherds | 1/13/2003 |
| 120. | The Songs Of The Dead Men To The Three Dancers | 4/12/2010 |
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Fawn's Foster-Mother
The old woman sits on a bench before the door and quarrels
With her meagre pale demoralized daughter.
Once when I passed I found her alone, laughing in the sun
And saying that when she was first married
She lived in the old farmhouse up Garapatas Canyon.
(It is empty now, the roof has fallen
But the log walls hang on the stone foundation; the redwoods
Have all been cut down, the oaks are standing;
The place is now more solitary than ever before.)
