Robinson Jeffers

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

Robinson Jeffers Poems

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

Vulture

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

Read the full of Vulture

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.

[Hata Bildir]