Robinson Jeffers

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

Robinson Jeffers Poems

121. Contrast 1/13/2003
122. Love The Wild Swan 1/13/2003
123. Apology For Bad Dreams 4/12/2010
124. To The Stone-Cutters 1/13/2003
125. The Purse-Seine 1/13/2003
126. Rock And Hawk 1/13/2003
127. The Deer Lay Down Their Bones 1/13/2003
128. So Many Blood-Lakes 1/13/2003
129. Return 1/13/2003
130. The Stars Go Over The Lonely Ocean 1/13/2003
131. Ave Caesar 1/13/2003
132. Sign-Post 1/13/2003
133. Contemplation Of The Sword 1/13/2003
134. Ascent To The Sierras 1/13/2003
135. The Answer 1/13/2003
136. Fire On The Hills 1/13/2003
137. Carmel Point 1/13/2003
138. Shine, Perishing Republic 1/13/2003
139. Be Angry At The Sun 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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On Building With Stone

To be an ape in little of the mountain-making mother
Like swarthy Cheops, but my own hands
For only slaves, is a far sweeter toil than to cut
Passions in verse for a sick people.
I'd liefer bed one boulder in the house-wall than be the time's
Archilochus: we name not Homer: who now
Can even imagine the fabulous dawn when bay-leaves (to a blind
Beggar) were not bitter in the teeth?

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