Shiva Poem by Robinson Jeffers


Rating: 2.8

There is a hawk that is picking the birds out of our sky,
She killed the pigeons of peace and security,
She has taken honesty and confidence from nations and men,
She is hunting the lonely heron of liberty.
She loads the arts with nonsense, she is very cunning
Science with dreams and the state with powers to catch them at last.
Nothing will escape her at last, flying nor running.
This is the hawk that picks out the star's eyes.
This is the only hunter that will ever catch the wild swan;
The prey she will take last is the wild white swan of the beauty of things.
Then she will be alone, pure destruction, achieved and supreme,
Empty darkness under the death-tent wings.
She will build a nest of the swan's bones and hatch a new brood,
Hang new heavens with new birds, all be renewed.

Sam McMichael 16 February 2020

There is a reason why his work is not more appreciated. It is too true and too powerful. He states clearly and with passion what we all know to be true, but keep trying to deny. ying to deny.

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Dominic Windram 01 June 2018

Very powerful poem..superb prescient!

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Jim Wells 11 October 2009

I feel my interest in Jeffers is my travel in the big sur area. All of his work I see in that way. With the back dropp of that pacific coast area.His work is haunting to me

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Robinson Jeffers

Robinson Jeffers

Allegheny, Pennsylvania
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