Robinson Jeffers

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

Robinson Jeffers Poems

81. Original Sin 4/12/2010
82. Life From The Lifeless 4/12/2010
83. Decaying Lambskins 4/12/2010
84. Divinely Superfluous Beauty 4/12/2010
85. No Resurrection 4/12/2010
86. A Little Scraping 4/12/2010
87. Joy 4/12/2010
88. Suicide's Stone 4/12/2010
89. Science 4/12/2010
90. Antrim 4/12/2010
91. The Bed By The Window 4/12/2010
92. Natural Music 4/12/2010
93. Cassandra 4/12/2010
94. Roan Stallion 4/12/2010
95. The Maid's Thought 1/13/2003
96. The Silent Shepherds 1/13/2003
97. Boats In A Fog 4/12/2010
98. The Bird With The Dark Plumes 1/13/2003
99. The Machine 1/13/2003
100. To A Young Artist 1/13/2003
101. Time Of Disturbance 1/13/2003
102. Shiva 1/13/2003
103. The Great Explosion 1/13/2003
104. Hands 4/12/2010
105. The Excesses Of God 1/13/2003
106. Inscription For A Gravestone 4/12/2010
107. Birds 4/12/2010
108. The Eye 1/13/2003
109. Meditation On Saviors 1/13/2003
110. Let Them Alone 1/13/2003
111. Tor House 1/13/2003
112. Birth-Dues 1/13/2003
113. Fawn's Foster-Mother 1/13/2003
114. The Deer Lay Down Their Bones 1/13/2003
115. July Fourth By The Ocean 1/13/2003
116. The Purse-Seine 1/13/2003
117. The Summit Redwood 1/13/2003
118. The Epic Stars 1/13/2003
119. Summer Holiday 1/13/2003
120. Love The Wild Swan 1/13/2003
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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Civilized, crying: how to be human again; this will tell you how.
Turn outward, love things, not men, turn right away from humanity,
Let that doll lie. Consider if you like how the lilies grow,
Lean on the silent rock until you feel its divinity
Make your veins cold; look at the silent stars, let your eyes
Climb the great ladder out of the pit of yourself and man.
Things are so beautiful, your love will follow your eyes;
Things are the God; you will love God and not in vain,
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