Robinson Jeffers

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

Robinson Jeffers Poems

81. An Artist 4/12/2010
82. The Beaks Of Eagles 4/12/2010
83. Rearmament 4/12/2010
84. Science 4/12/2010
85. Life From The Lifeless 4/12/2010
86. Divinely Superfluous Beauty 4/12/2010
87. Natural Music 4/12/2010
88. Roan Stallion 4/12/2010
89. A Little Scraping 4/12/2010
90. De Rerum Virtute 4/12/2010
91. Joy 4/12/2010
92. Hands 4/12/2010
93. Antrim 4/12/2010
94. The Bed By The Window 4/12/2010
95. Cassandra 4/12/2010
96. The Maid's Thought 1/13/2003
97. The Machine 1/13/2003
98. To A Young Artist 1/13/2003
99. Time Of Disturbance 1/13/2003
100. The Bird With The Dark Plumes 1/13/2003
101. Sign-Post 1/13/2003
102. The Summit Redwood 1/13/2003
103. The Excesses Of God 1/13/2003
104. The Silent Shepherds 1/13/2003
105. Boats In A Fog 4/12/2010
106. Meditation On Saviors 1/13/2003
107. Let Them Alone 1/13/2003
108. On Building With Stone 1/13/2003
109. Tor House 1/13/2003
110. The Great Explosion 1/13/2003
111. So Many Blood-Lakes 1/13/2003
112. Promise Of Peace 1/13/2003
113. Birth-Dues 1/13/2003
114. Fawn's Foster-Mother 1/13/2003
115. Summer Holiday 1/13/2003
116. The Eye 1/13/2003
117. Love The Wild Swan 1/13/2003
118. Bixby's Landing 1/13/2003
119. Birds 4/12/2010
120. To The Stone-Cutters 1/13/2003

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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