Robinson Jeffers

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

Robinson Jeffers Poems

1. A Little Scraping 4/12/2010
2. A Redeemer 4/12/2010
3. All The Little Hoofprints 4/12/2010
4. An Artist 4/12/2010
5. Ante Mortem 4/12/2010
6. Antrim 4/12/2010
7. Apology For Bad Dreams 4/12/2010
8. Ascent To The Sierras 1/13/2003
9. Ave Caesar 1/13/2003
10. Be Angry At The Sun 1/13/2003
11. Birds 4/12/2010
12. Birth-Dues 1/13/2003
13. Bixby's Landing 1/13/2003
14. Boats In A Fog 4/12/2010
15. Carmel Point 1/13/2003
16. Cassandra 4/12/2010
17. Contemplation Of The Sword 1/13/2003
18. Contrast 1/13/2003
19. De Rerum Virtute 4/12/2010
20. Decaying Lambskins 4/12/2010
21. Delusion Of Saints 4/12/2010
22. Distant Rainfall 4/12/2010
23. Divinely Superfluous Beauty 4/12/2010
24. End Of The World 4/12/2010
25. Evening Ebb 4/12/2010
26. Fawn's Foster-Mother 1/13/2003
27. Fire On The Hills 1/13/2003
28. Flight Of Swans 4/12/2010
29. Fog 4/12/2010
30. From The Women At Point Sur 4/12/2010
31. Ghosts In England 4/12/2010
32. Give Your Heart To The Hawks 6/29/2012
33. Give Your Wish Light 4/12/2010
34. Going To The Horse Flats 4/12/2010
35. Granite And Cypress 4/12/2010
36. Gray Weather 4/12/2010
37. Hands 4/12/2010
38. Hellenistics 4/12/2010
39. Hooded Night 4/12/2010
40. Hope Is Not For The Wise 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


I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside
Above the ocean. I saw through half-shut eyelids a vulture wheeling
high up in heaven,
And presently it passed again, but lower and nearer, its orbit
I understood then
That I was under inspection. I lay death-still and heard the flight-
Whistle above me and make their circle and come nearer.
I could see the naked red head between the great wings
Bear downward staring. I said, 'My dear bird, we are wasting time
These old bones will still work; ...

Read the full of Vulture

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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