Robinson Jeffers

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

Robinson Jeffers Poems

1. To Helen About Her Hair 11/20/2014
2. Mountain Pines 2/7/2015
3. Song Of Quietness 12/9/2014
4. The Loving Shepherdess 4/12/2010
5. Steelhead 4/12/2010
6. Give Your Heart To The Hawks 6/29/2012
7. Thebaid 4/12/2010
8. New Mexican Mountain 4/12/2010
9. To The House 4/12/2010
10. Thurso’s Landing 4/12/2010
11. Tamar 4/12/2010
12. The Giant’s Ring 4/12/2010
13. Shane O’neill’s Cairn 4/12/2010
14. The Tower Beyond Tragedy 4/12/2010
15. Quia Absurdum 4/12/2010
16. New Year’s Eve 4/12/2010
17. The Low Sky 4/12/2010
18. The Wind-Struck Music 4/12/2010
19. The Songs Of The Dead Men To The Three Dancers 4/12/2010
20. The Coast-Road 4/12/2010
21. From The Women At Point Sur 4/12/2010
22. The Dead To Clemenceau: 4/12/2010
23. Hooded Night 4/12/2010
24. Soliloquy 4/12/2010
25. Shooting Season 4/12/2010
26. Theory Of Truth 4/12/2010
27. The Broadstone 4/12/2010
28. Second-Best 4/12/2010
29. The Truce And The Peace 4/12/2010
30. Now Returned Home 4/12/2010
31. The Bloody Sire 4/12/2010
32. Ossian’s Grave 4/12/2010
33. The Trap 4/12/2010
34. To The Rock That Will Be A Cornerstone Of The House 4/12/2010
35. The Great Sunset 4/12/2010
36. Praise Life 4/12/2010
37. The Caged Eagle’s Death Dream 4/12/2010
38. The Old Man’s Dream After He Died 4/12/2010
39. Going To The Horse Flats 4/12/2010
40. The Place For No Story 4/12/2010
Best Poem of Robinson Jeffers


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
I understood then
That I was under inspection. I lay death-still and heard the flight-
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
These old bones will still work; ...

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Civilized, crying: how to be human again; this will tell you how.
Turn outward, love things, not men, turn right away from humanity,
Let that doll lie. Consider if you like how the lilies grow,
Lean on the silent rock until you feel its divinity
Make your veins cold; look at the silent stars, let your eyes
Climb the great ladder out of the pit of yourself and man.
Things are so beautiful, your love will follow your eyes;
Things are the God; you will love God and not in vain,
For what we

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