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

Inscription For A Gravestone

I am not dead, I have only become inhuman:
That is to say,
Undressed myself of laughable prides and infirmities,
But not as a man
Undresses to creep into bed, but like an athlete
Stripping for the race.
The delicate ravel of nerves that made me a measurer
Of certain fictions
Called good and evil; that made me contract with pain
And expand with pleasure;
Fussily adjusted like a little electroscope:
That's gone, it is true;
(I never miss it; if the universe does,
How easily replaced!)
But all the rest is heightened, widened, set free.
I admired the ...

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On Building With Stone

To be an ape in little of the mountain-making mother
Like swarthy Cheops, but my own hands
For only slaves, is a far sweeter toil than to cut
Passions in verse for a sick people.
I'd liefer bed one boulder in the house-wall than be the time's
Archilochus: we name not Homer: who now
Can even imagine the fabulous dawn when bay-leaves (to a blind
Beggar) were not bitter in the teeth?

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