Robinson Jeffers

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

Robinson Jeffers Poems

121. July Fourth By The Ocean 1/13/2003
122. The Epic Stars 1/13/2003
123. Contrast 1/13/2003
124. Love The Wild Swan 1/13/2003
125. Apology For Bad Dreams 4/12/2010
126. To The Stone-Cutters 1/13/2003
127. Ave Caesar 1/13/2003
128. The Purse-Seine 1/13/2003
129. Rock And Hawk 1/13/2003
130. Contemplation Of The Sword 1/13/2003
131. The Deer Lay Down Their Bones 1/13/2003
132. Bixby's Landing 1/13/2003
133. Ascent To The Sierras 1/13/2003
134. The Stars Go Over The Lonely Ocean 1/13/2003
135. The Answer 1/13/2003
136. Carmel Point 1/13/2003
137. Shine, Perishing Republic 1/13/2003
138. Fire On The Hills 1/13/2003
139. Be Angry At The Sun 1/13/2003
140. Hurt Hawks 1/13/2003
141. Vulture 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

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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The Excesses Of God

Is it not by his high superfluousness we know
Our God? For to be equal a need
Is natural, animal, mineral: but to fling
Rainbows over the rain
And beauty above the moon, and secret rainbows
On the domes of deep sea-shells,
And make the necessary embrace of breeding
Beautiful also as fire,
Not even the weeds to multiply without blossom

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