Robinson Jeffers

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

Poems of Robinson Jeffers

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

So Many Blood-Lakes

We have now won two world-wars, neither of which concerned us, we were
slipped in. We have levelled the powers
Of Europe, that were the powers of the world, into rubble and
dependence. We have won two wars and a third is comming.

This one--will not be so easy. We were at ease while the powers of the
world were split into factions: we've changed that.
We have enjoyed fine dreams; we have dreamed of unifying the world; we
are unifying it--against us.

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