Robinson Jeffers

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

Robinson Jeffers Poems

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

Hurt Hawks

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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 ...

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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.

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