Robinson Jeffers

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

Robinson Jeffers Poems

121. Return 1/13/2003
122. The Excesses Of God 1/13/2003
123. To The Stone-Cutters 1/13/2003
124. Let Them Alone 1/13/2003
125. The Epic Stars 1/13/2003
126. Rock And Hawk 1/13/2003
127. The Purse-Seine 1/13/2003
128. Love The Wild Swan 1/13/2003
129. Sign-Post 1/13/2003
130. Ave Caesar 1/13/2003
131. Apology For Bad Dreams 4/12/2010
132. Contemplation Of The Sword 1/13/2003
133. The Stars Go Over The Lonely Ocean 1/13/2003
134. The Answer 1/13/2003
135. Ascent To The Sierras 1/13/2003
136. Carmel Point 1/13/2003
137. Shine, Perishing Republic 1/13/2003
138. Be Angry At The Sun 1/13/2003
139. Fire On The Hills 1/13/2003
140. Hurt Hawks 1/13/2003
141. Vulture 1/13/2003
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 Eye

The Atlantic is a stormy moat; and the Mediterranean,
The blue pool in the old garden,
More than five thousand years has drunk sacrifice
Of ships and blood, and shines in the sun; but here the Pacific--
Our ships, planes, wars are perfectly irrelevant.
Neither our present blood-feud with the brave dwarfs
Nor any future world-quarrel of westering
And eastering man, the bloody migrations, greed of power, clash of

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