Robinson Jeffers

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

Robinson Jeffers Poems

1. Mountain Pines 2/7/2015
2. To Helen About Her Hair 11/20/2014
3. Song Of Quietness 12/9/2014
4. The Loving Shepherdess 4/12/2010
5. Give Your Heart To The Hawks 6/29/2012
6. Steelhead 4/12/2010
7. Thebaid 4/12/2010
8. Tamar 4/12/2010
9. Shane O’neill’s Cairn 4/12/2010
10. Theory Of Truth 4/12/2010
11. The Broadstone 4/12/2010
12. The Tower Beyond Tragedy 4/12/2010
13. The Truce And The Peace 4/12/2010
14. Quia Absurdum 4/12/2010
15. New Year’s Eve 4/12/2010
16. The Low Sky 4/12/2010
17. The Wind-Struck Music 4/12/2010
18. The Songs Of The Dead Men To The Three Dancers 4/12/2010
19. The Coast-Road 4/12/2010
20. From The Women At Point Sur 4/12/2010
21. The Dead To Clemenceau: 4/12/2010
22. Hooded Night 4/12/2010
23. Soliloquy 4/12/2010
24. The Cruel Falcon 4/12/2010
25. Thurso’s Landing 4/12/2010
26. The Giant’s Ring 4/12/2010
27. Shakespeare’s Grave 4/12/2010
28. New Mexican Mountain 4/12/2010
29. Give Your Wish Light 4/12/2010
30. Second-Best 4/12/2010
31. Margrave 4/12/2010
32. Iona: The Graves Of The Kings 4/12/2010
33. To The House 4/12/2010
34. Now Returned Home 4/12/2010
35. The Bloody Sire 4/12/2010
36. Ossian’s Grave 4/12/2010
37. The Trap 4/12/2010
38. The Great Sunset 4/12/2010
39. Ghosts In England 4/12/2010
40. Praise Life 4/12/2010
Best Poem of Robinson Jeffers

Hurt Hawks

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The broken pillar of the wing jags from the clotted shoulder,
The wing trails like a banner in defeat,

No more to use the sky forever but live with famine
And pain a few days: cat nor coyote
Will shorten the week of waiting for death, there is game without talons.

He stands under the oak-bush and waits
The lame feet of salvation; at night he remembers freedom
And flies in a dream, the dawns ruin it.

He is strong and pain is worse to the strong, incapacity is worse.
The curs of the day come and torment him
At distance, no one but death the ...

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Civilized, crying: how to be human again; this will tell you how.
Turn outward, love things, not men, turn right away from humanity,
Let that doll lie. Consider if you like how the lilies grow,
Lean on the silent rock until you feel its divinity
Make your veins cold; look at the silent stars, let your eyes
Climb the great ladder out of the pit of yourself and man.
Things are so beautiful, your love will follow your eyes;
Things are the God; you will love God and not in vain,
For what we

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