Poems by Robinson Jeffers
Hooded Night
... Bulk on the gray of the sky, and beyond them the jets of young trees ...
The Continent’s End
... p; Before there was any water there were tides of fire, both our tones flow from the older fountain ...
Hands
... All hail You people with the cleverer hands, our supplanters ...
Granddaughter
... The beauty of thingsthe beauty of transhuman things, ...
Credo
... My friend from Asia has powers and magic, he plucks a blue leaf from the young blue-gum ...
Inscription for a Gravestone
... The delicate ravel of nerves that made me a measurer ...
A Little Scraping
... The heavy-necked plow-team furrows the foreland, gulls tread the furrow ...
Triad
... new Russia, That stood a moment at dreadful cost half free, ...
The Wind-Struck Music
... The strong dark sea a thousand feet down below, red with reflections ...
Science
... In passage and but a little with the nature of things this latter ...
Nova
... Shoulders and thighs, they are beautiful animals, all life is beautiful ...
To His Father
... Through years nailed up like dripping panther hides ...
An Artist
... To make sketches that under any weathering will last my lifetime ...
Margrave
... at this time Had only four days to wait, but death now appeared so dreadful ...
At The Fall Of An Age
... a woman Pursued by the ghosts of slaughtered men and a screaming city-could ...
