Robinson Jeffers

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

Robinson Jeffers Poems

41. The Caged Eagle’s Death Dream 4/12/2010
42. The Old Man’s Dream After He Died 4/12/2010
43. Going To The Horse Flats 4/12/2010
44. The Treasure 4/12/2010
45. Hellenistics 4/12/2010
46. Post Mortem 4/12/2010
47. To His Father 4/12/2010
48. Gray Weather 4/12/2010
49. Margrave 4/12/2010
50. A Redeemer 4/12/2010
51. Salmon-Fishing 4/12/2010
52. Now Returned Home 4/12/2010
53. The Bloody Sire 4/12/2010
54. Shine, Republic 4/12/2010
55. Fog 4/12/2010
56. Iona: The Graves Of The Kings 4/12/2010
57. The Day Is A Poem (September 19, 1939) 4/12/2010
58. Self-Criticism In February 4/12/2010
59. Tamar 4/12/2010
60. All The Little Hoofprints 4/12/2010
61. Phenomena 4/12/2010
62. To The Rock That Will Be A Cornerstone Of The House 4/12/2010
63. Original Sin 4/12/2010
64. The Cycle 4/12/2010
65. November Surf 4/12/2010
66. Decaying Lambskins 4/12/2010
67. People And A Heron 4/12/2010
68. Still The Mind Smiles 4/12/2010
69. Rearmament 4/12/2010
70. The Broken Balance 1/13/2003
71. Distant Rainfall 4/12/2010
72. De Rerum Virtute 4/12/2010
73. Night 4/12/2010
74. Delusion Of Saints 4/12/2010
75. Evening Ebb 4/12/2010
76. Suicide's Stone 4/12/2010
77. Night Without Sleep 4/12/2010
78. End Of The World 4/12/2010
79. Intellectuals 4/12/2010
80. Ante Mortem 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 Excesses Of God

Is it not by his high superfluousness we know
Our God? For to be equal a need
Is natural, animal, mineral: but to fling
Rainbows over the rain
And beauty above the moon, and secret rainbows
On the domes of deep sea-shells,
And make the necessary embrace of breeding
Beautiful also as fire,
Not even the weeds to multiply without blossom

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