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 Cruel Falcon 4/12/2010
15. The Wind-Struck Music 4/12/2010
16. Thebaid 4/12/2010
17. Decaying Lambskins 4/12/2010
18. The Truce And The Peace 4/12/2010
19. The Broadstone 4/12/2010
20. Quia Absurdum 4/12/2010
21. Phenomena 4/12/2010
22. New Year’s Eve 4/12/2010
23. Shooting Season 4/12/2010
24. Soliloquy 4/12/2010
25. To The Rock That Will Be A Cornerstone Of The House 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 Coast-Road 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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Sign-Post

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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