Robinson Jeffers

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

Robinson Jeffers Poems

1. Song Of Quietness 12/9/2014
2. To Helen About Her Hair 11/20/2014
3. Mountain Pines 2/7/2015
4. The Loving Shepherdess 4/12/2010
5. Give Your Heart To The Hawks 6/29/2012
6. Steelhead 4/12/2010
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. Tamar 4/12/2010
12. The Giant’s Ring 4/12/2010
13. Shane O’neill’s Cairn 4/12/2010
14. Theory Of Truth 4/12/2010
15. The Broadstone 4/12/2010
16. The Tower Beyond Tragedy 4/12/2010
17. The Truce And The Peace 4/12/2010
18. Quia Absurdum 4/12/2010
19. The Place For No Story 4/12/2010
20. New Year’s Eve 4/12/2010
21. The Low Sky 4/12/2010
22. The Wind-Struck Music 4/12/2010
23. The Great Sunset 4/12/2010
24. The Songs Of The Dead Men To The Three Dancers 4/12/2010
25. The Coast-Road 4/12/2010
26. From The Women At Point Sur 4/12/2010
27. The Dead To Clemenceau: 4/12/2010
28. Hooded Night 4/12/2010
29. Soliloquy 4/12/2010
30. The Cruel Falcon 4/12/2010
31. Shooting Season 4/12/2010
32. Shakespeare’s Grave 4/12/2010
33. Give Your Wish Light 4/12/2010
34. Flight Of Swans 4/12/2010
35. Second-Best 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. The Bloody Sire 4/12/2010
40. Ossian’s Grave 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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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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