Robinson Jeffers

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

Robinson Jeffers Poems

81. End Of The World 4/12/2010
82. Intellectuals 4/12/2010
83. Ante Mortem 4/12/2010
84. An Artist 4/12/2010
85. Life From The Lifeless 4/12/2010
86. Hands 4/12/2010
87. Suicide's Stone 4/12/2010
88. Divinely Superfluous Beauty 4/12/2010
89. The Bed By The Window 4/12/2010
90. Natural Music 4/12/2010
91. A Little Scraping 4/12/2010
92. Science 4/12/2010
93. Joy 4/12/2010
94. Antrim 4/12/2010
95. The Maid's Thought 1/13/2003
96. Cassandra 4/12/2010
97. The Silent Shepherds 1/13/2003
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. Boats In A Fog 4/12/2010
103. The Summit Redwood 1/13/2003
104. The Great Explosion 1/13/2003
105. Sign-Post 1/13/2003
106. Birth-Dues 1/13/2003
107. Meditation On Saviors 1/13/2003
108. On Building With Stone 1/13/2003
109. Tor House 1/13/2003
110. So Many Blood-Lakes 1/13/2003
111. Shiva 1/13/2003
112. Promise Of Peace 1/13/2003
113. The Eye 1/13/2003
114. Fawn's Foster-Mother 1/13/2003
115. The Deer Lay Down Their Bones 1/13/2003
116. July Fourth By The Ocean 1/13/2003
117. The Purse-Seine 1/13/2003
118. Summer Holiday 1/13/2003
119. Let Them Alone 1/13/2003
120. Birds 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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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,
For what we

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