Robinson Jeffers

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

Robinson Jeffers Poems

41. The Trap 4/12/2010
42. To The Rock That Will Be A Cornerstone Of The House 4/12/2010
43. Ghosts In England 4/12/2010
44. Praise Life 4/12/2010
45. Granite And Cypress 4/12/2010
46. The Caged Eagle’s Death Dream 4/12/2010
47. The Old Man’s Dream After He Died 4/12/2010
48. Going To The Horse Flats 4/12/2010
49. The Treasure 4/12/2010
50. Rearmament 4/12/2010
51. Hellenistics 4/12/2010
52. Night 4/12/2010
53. Post Mortem 4/12/2010
54. Phenomena 4/12/2010
55. To His Father 4/12/2010
56. Gray Weather 4/12/2010
57. Margrave 4/12/2010
58. A Redeemer 4/12/2010
59. Salmon-Fishing 4/12/2010
60. November Surf 4/12/2010
61. Fog 4/12/2010
62. Self-Criticism In February 4/12/2010
63. All The Little Hoofprints 4/12/2010
64. The Cycle 4/12/2010
65. The Day Is A Poem (September 19, 1939) 4/12/2010
66. Hope Is Not For The Wise 4/12/2010
67. Decaying Lambskins 4/12/2010
68. Evening Ebb 4/12/2010
69. People And A Heron 4/12/2010
70. Still The Mind Smiles 4/12/2010
71. Night Without Sleep 4/12/2010
72. Intellectuals 4/12/2010
73. The Broken Balance 1/13/2003
74. Distant Rainfall 4/12/2010
75. Original Sin 4/12/2010
76. De Rerum Virtute 4/12/2010
77. Delusion Of Saints 4/12/2010
78. Roan Stallion 4/12/2010
79. The Beaks Of Eagles 4/12/2010
80. No Resurrection 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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