Robinson Jeffers

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

Robinson Jeffers Poems

1. To Helen About Her Hair 11/20/2014
2. Mountain Pines 2/7/2015
3. Song Of Quietness 12/9/2014
4. The Loving Shepherdess 4/12/2010
5. Steelhead 4/12/2010
6. Give Your Heart To The Hawks 6/29/2012
7. New Mexican Mountain 4/12/2010
8. Thebaid 4/12/2010
9. To The House 4/12/2010
10. Thurso’s Landing 4/12/2010
11. The Giant’s Ring 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. Shane O’neill’s Cairn 4/12/2010
25. Shakespeare’s Grave 4/12/2010
26. Give Your Wish Light 4/12/2010
27. The Broadstone 4/12/2010
28. Margrave 4/12/2010
29. Iona: The Graves Of The Kings 4/12/2010
30. Subjected Earth 4/12/2010
31. Ossian’s Grave 4/12/2010
32. To The Rock That Will Be A Cornerstone Of The House 4/12/2010
33. The Great Sunset 4/12/2010
34. Ghosts In England 4/12/2010
35. Granite And Cypress 4/12/2010
36. Theory Of Truth 4/12/2010
37. The Old Man’s Dream After He Died 4/12/2010
38. The Cruel Falcon 4/12/2010
39. Going To The Horse Flats 4/12/2010
40. The Place For No Story 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; ...

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The Eye

The Atlantic is a stormy moat; and the Mediterranean,
The blue pool in the old garden,
More than five thousand years has drunk sacrifice
Of ships and blood, and shines in the sun; but here the Pacific--
Our ships, planes, wars are perfectly irrelevant.
Neither our present blood-feud with the brave dwarfs
Nor any future world-quarrel of westering
And eastering man, the bloody migrations, greed of power, clash of

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