Robinson Jeffers

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

Robinson Jeffers Poems

121. Rock And Hawk 1/13/2003
122. July Fourth By The Ocean 1/13/2003
123. Boats In A Fog 4/12/2010
124. The Beaks Of Eagles 4/12/2010
125. Science 4/12/2010
126. Original Sin 4/12/2010
127. Tamar 4/12/2010
128. Apology For Bad Dreams 4/12/2010
129. The Answer 1/13/2003
130. To The Stone-Cutters 1/13/2003
131. Shine, Perishing Republic 1/13/2003
132. The Deer Lay Down Their Bones 1/13/2003
133. Carmel Point 1/13/2003
134. The Purse-Seine 1/13/2003
135. The Epic Stars 1/13/2003
136. Hurt Hawks 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 Stars Go Over The Lonely Ocean 1/13/2003
141. Inscription For A Gravestone 4/12/2010

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

Inscription For A Gravestone

I am not dead, I have only become inhuman:
That is to say,
Undressed myself of laughable prides and infirmities,
But not as a man
Undresses to creep into bed, but like an athlete
Stripping for the race.
The delicate ravel of nerves that made me a measurer
Of certain fictions
Called good and evil; that made me contract with pain
And expand with pleasure;
Fussily adjusted like a little electroscope:
That's gone, it is true;
(I never miss it; if the universe does,
How easily replaced!)
But all the rest is heightened, widened, set free.
I admired 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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