Robinson Jeffers

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

Robinson Jeffers Poems

121. The Silent Shepherds 1/13/2003
122. The Songs Of The Dead Men To The Three Dancers 4/12/2010
123. The Stars Go Over The Lonely Ocean 1/13/2003
124. The Summit Redwood 1/13/2003
125. The Tower Beyond Tragedy 4/12/2010
126. The Trap 4/12/2010
127. The Treasure 4/12/2010
128. The Truce And The Peace 4/12/2010
129. The Wind-Struck Music 4/12/2010
130. Thebaid 4/12/2010
131. Theory Of Truth 4/12/2010
132. Thurso’s Landing 4/12/2010
133. Time Of Disturbance 1/13/2003
134. To A Young Artist 1/13/2003
135. To Helen About Her Hair 11/20/2014
136. To His Father 4/12/2010
137. To The House 4/12/2010
138. To The Rock That Will Be A Cornerstone Of The House 4/12/2010
139. To The Stone-Cutters 1/13/2003
140. Tor House 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

Hurt Hawks

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The broken pillar of the wing jags from the clotted shoulder,
The wing trails like a banner in defeat,

No more to use the sky forever but live with famine
And pain a few days: cat nor coyote
Will shorten the week of waiting for death, there is game without talons.

He stands under the oak-bush and waits
The lame feet of salvation; at night he remembers freedom
And flies in a dream, the dawns ruin it.

He is strong and pain is worse to the strong, incapacity is worse.
The curs of the day come and torment him
At distance, no one but death the ...

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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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