Robinson Jeffers

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

Robinson Jeffers Poems

1. To The House 4/12/2010
2. The Giant’s Ring 4/12/2010
3. To His Father 4/12/2010
4. Shakespeare’s Grave 4/12/2010
5. All The Little Hoofprints 4/12/2010
6. Fog 4/12/2010
7. Going To The Horse Flats 4/12/2010
8. Shane O’neill’s Cairn 4/12/2010
9. The Dead To Clemenceau: 4/12/2010
10. The Low Sky 4/12/2010
11. The Place For No Story 4/12/2010
12. The Songs Of The Dead Men To The Three Dancers 4/12/2010
13. The Great Sunset 4/12/2010
14. The Wind-Struck Music 4/12/2010
15. Thebaid 4/12/2010
16. Decaying Lambskins 4/12/2010
17. The Cruel Falcon 4/12/2010
18. The Broadstone 4/12/2010
19. Quia Absurdum 4/12/2010
20. The Truce And The Peace 4/12/2010
21. To The Rock That Will Be A Cornerstone Of The House 4/12/2010
22. Phenomena 4/12/2010
23. New Year’s Eve 4/12/2010
24. Shooting Season 4/12/2010
25. Soliloquy 4/12/2010
26. Gray Weather 4/12/2010
27. A Little Scraping 4/12/2010
28. The Silent Shepherds 1/13/2003
29. The Bird With The Dark Plumes 1/13/2003
30. The Maid's Thought 1/13/2003
31. Evening Ebb 4/12/2010
32. Subjected Earth 4/12/2010
33. Steelhead 4/12/2010
34. Second-Best 4/12/2010
35. Self-Criticism In February 4/12/2010
36. Distant Rainfall 4/12/2010
37. Birth-Dues 1/13/2003
38. Bixby's Landing 1/13/2003
39. The Machine 1/13/2003
40. The Cycle 4/12/2010
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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