Poems by Robinson Jeffers
Apology For Bad Dreams
... of the tribe Crouch in the nights beside the ghost of a fire, they try to remember ...
Autumn Evening
... A dozen Flops of the wing, a drooping glide, at the end of the glide ...
The Loving Shepherdess
... their names; The flock that remained stood up, in the edge of firelight, tremulously ...
Theory Of Truth
... The beautiful young poet found truth in the desert, but found also ...
What Are Cities For?
... But stones and a memory haunting the fields of returning asphodel ...
Hellenistics
... IV Oh distant future children going down to the foot of the mountain, ...
Give Your Wish Light
... . Dream on, dream all these joys, life might look shrunken ...
from The Women At Point Sur
... And sees the earth globed, her edges dripping into rainbow twilights: ...
Iona: The Graves Of The Kings
... What suspicion-agonized eyes, what jellies of arrogance and terror ...
The Cycle
... Feed here; the clapping blackness of the wings of pointed cormorants, ...
Continent's End
... The tides are in our veins, we still mirror the stars, life is your ...
Night
... fretfulness Of cities, the cressets of the planets, the pride of the stars ...
Notes To "Descent To The Dead"
... the village. Dozmare Pool is in Cornwall, a little flat mere in a wide wilderness, ...
A Redeemer
... " He stood Moving his lips in silence, his back against that fabulous basin ...
Rearmament
... Disastrous rhythm, the heavy and mobile masses, the dance of the ...
