Robinson Jeffers

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

Robinson Jeffers Poems

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


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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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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