Robinson Jeffers

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

Robinson Jeffers Poems

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