Robinson Jeffers

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

Robinson Jeffers Poems

121. Delusion Of Saints 4/12/2010
122. Decaying Lambskins 4/12/2010
123. De Rerum Virtute 4/12/2010
124. Contrast 1/13/2003
125. Contemplation Of The Sword 1/13/2003
126. Cassandra 4/12/2010
127. Carmel Point 1/13/2003
128. Boats In A Fog 4/12/2010
129. Bixby's Landing 1/13/2003
130. Birth-Dues 1/13/2003
131. Birds 4/12/2010
132. Be Angry At The Sun 1/13/2003
133. Ave Caesar 1/13/2003
134. Ascent To The Sierras 1/13/2003
135. Apology For Bad Dreams 4/12/2010
136. Antrim 4/12/2010
137. Ante Mortem 4/12/2010
138. An Artist 4/12/2010
139. All The Little Hoofprints 4/12/2010
140. A Redeemer 4/12/2010
141. A Little Scraping 4/12/2010
Best Poem of Robinson Jeffers


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
I understood then
That I was under inspection. I lay death-still and heard the flight-
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
These old bones will still work; ...

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The Excesses Of God

Is it not by his high superfluousness we know
Our God? For to be equal a need
Is natural, animal, mineral: but to fling
Rainbows over the rain
And beauty above the moon, and secret rainbows
On the domes of deep sea-shells,
And make the necessary embrace of breeding
Beautiful also as fire,
Not even the weeds to multiply without blossom

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