Poems by Robinson Jeffers
We Are Those People
... Would die like biting rats in the cellars, our men like wolves on the mountain: ...
End Of The World
... When I was young in school in Switzerland, about the time of the Boer War, ...
Hurt Hawks
... ance, no one but death the redeemer will humble that head, The intrepid readiness, the terrible eyes ...
Shiva
... The prey she will take last is the wild white swan of the beauty of things ...
The Epic Stars
... This magnificent raid at the heart of darkness, this lost battle-- ...
The Stars Go Over The Lonely Ocean
... The old monster snuffled, "Here are sweet roots, ...
Praise Life
... Praise life, it deserves praise, but the praise of life ...
Summer Holiday
... Roots will not pierce the heaps for a time, kind rains ...
Shine, Perishing Republic
... to empire And protest, only a bubble in the molten mass, pops and sighs out, and the ...
The Purse-Seine
... Lately I was looking from a night mountain-top ...
Be Angry At The Sun
... You are far From Dante's feet, but even farther from his dirty ...
Birthday (Autobiography)
... Both parents Swim in my blood and distort my thought but the old man's welcome ...
The Answer
... Organic wholeness, the wholeness of life and things, the divine beauty ...
July Fourth By The Ocean
... The bay's necklaced with fire, the bombs make crystal ...
Natural Music
... To the storm of the sick nations, the rage of the hunger smitten cities, ...
