Robinson Jeffers Poems
|121.||July Fourth By The Ocean||1/13/2003|
|122.||Boats In A Fog||4/12/2010|
|124.||The Epic Stars||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|
|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|
Comments about Robinson Jeffers
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 ...
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.