Robinson Jeffers

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

Robinson Jeffers Poems

1. To The House 4/12/2010
2. The Giant’s Ring 4/12/2010
3. To His Father 4/12/2010
4. Shakespeare’s Grave 4/12/2010
5. All The Little Hoofprints 4/12/2010
6. Fog 4/12/2010
7. Going To The Horse Flats 4/12/2010
8. Shane O’neill’s Cairn 4/12/2010
9. The Dead To Clemenceau: 4/12/2010
10. The Low Sky 4/12/2010
11. The Place For No Story 4/12/2010
12. The Songs Of The Dead Men To The Three Dancers 4/12/2010
13. The Great Sunset 4/12/2010
14. The Wind-Struck Music 4/12/2010
15. Thebaid 4/12/2010
16. Decaying Lambskins 4/12/2010
17. The Cruel Falcon 4/12/2010
18. The Broadstone 4/12/2010
19. Quia Absurdum 4/12/2010
20. The Truce And The Peace 4/12/2010
21. To The Rock That Will Be A Cornerstone Of The House 4/12/2010
22. Phenomena 4/12/2010
23. New Year’s Eve 4/12/2010
24. Shooting Season 4/12/2010
25. Soliloquy 4/12/2010
26. Gray Weather 4/12/2010
27. A Little Scraping 4/12/2010
28. The Silent Shepherds 1/13/2003
29. The Bird With The Dark Plumes 1/13/2003
30. The Maid's Thought 1/13/2003
31. Evening Ebb 4/12/2010
32. Subjected Earth 4/12/2010
33. Steelhead 4/12/2010
34. Second-Best 4/12/2010
35. Self-Criticism In February 4/12/2010
36. Distant Rainfall 4/12/2010
37. Birth-Dues 1/13/2003
38. Bixby's Landing 1/13/2003
39. The Machine 1/13/2003
40. The Cycle 4/12/2010

Comments about Robinson Jeffers

  • Anthony White (9/12/2011 1:23:00 PM)

    In a strange way, his lack of popularity is probably a testimony to his insight; people are shy of hearing what disagrees with the common view. His ability to look beyond the tepid matters of today reminds me of the work of David Jones, someone else maturing gently in obscurity.

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  • Yacov Mitchenko (7/19/2010 11:53:00 PM)

    Robinson Jeffers is a criminally underrated poet, easily the equal of Eliot and Frost (and in my view a better poet than either) . 'Hurt Hawks' and 'Vulture' are among the best animals poems I have read in the language. He's a formidable epic poet, and is generally more successful than the other major English poets at long narratives.

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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