Robinson Jeffers

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

Robinson Jeffers Poems

1. Mountain Pines 2/7/2015
2. Song Of Quietness 12/9/2014
3. To Helen About Her Hair 11/20/2014
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. To The House 4/12/2010
9. Thurso’s Landing 4/12/2010
10. The Giant’s Ring 4/12/2010
11. Shane O’neill’s Cairn 4/12/2010
12. Theory Of Truth 4/12/2010
13. The Broadstone 4/12/2010
14. The Tower Beyond Tragedy 4/12/2010
15. The Truce And The Peace 4/12/2010
16. Quia Absurdum 4/12/2010
17. The Place For No Story 4/12/2010
18. New Year’s Eve 4/12/2010
19. The Low Sky 4/12/2010
20. The Wind-Struck Music 4/12/2010
21. The Great Sunset 4/12/2010
22. The Songs Of The Dead Men To The Three Dancers 4/12/2010
23. The Coast-Road 4/12/2010
24. From The Women At Point Sur 4/12/2010
25. The Dead To Clemenceau: 4/12/2010
26. Hooded Night 4/12/2010
27. Soliloquy 4/12/2010
28. The Cruel Falcon 4/12/2010
29. New Mexican Mountain 4/12/2010
30. Shooting Season 4/12/2010
31. Shakespeare’s Grave 4/12/2010
32. Give Your Wish Light 4/12/2010
33. Flight Of Swans 4/12/2010
34. Second-Best 4/12/2010
35. Margrave 4/12/2010
36. Iona: The Graves Of The Kings 4/12/2010
37. Now Returned Home 4/12/2010
38. Subjected Earth 4/12/2010
39. Ossian’s Grave 4/12/2010
40. The Trap 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

Vulture

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
narrowing,
I understood then
That I was under inspection. I lay death-still and heard the flight-
feathers
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
here.
These old bones will still work; ...

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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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