Poems by Robinson Jeffers
Contemplation Of The Sword
... only Waves beating rock, the wind and the iron-cored earth, ...
The Day Is A Poem (September 19, 1939)
... about noon A south wind like a blast from hell's mouth spilled a slight rain ...
Return
... Things are the hawk's food and noble is the mountain, Oh noble ...
Wise Men In Their Bad Hours
... The breed of the grasshopper shrills, "What does the future ...
So Many Blood-Lakes
... Build power. Fortress America may yet for a long time stand, between the ...
Contrast
... about their bases grew a bushery of Christmas green, ...
The Broken Balance
... Plutarch's Life of SullaThe people buying and selling, consuming pleasures, talking in the archways, ...
Time Of Disturbance
... love.As for these quarrels, they are like the moon, recurrent ...
The Excesses Of God
... There is the great humaneness at the heart of things, ...
The Bed By The Window
... Unused unless by some guest in a twelvemonth, who hardly suspects ...
Birth-Dues
... you-- However I suppose that few in the world have ...
The Machine
... Has fumbled with the air: but the plane having no past but a certain future, ...
On Building With Stone
... I'd liefer bed one boulder in the house-wall than be the time's ...
Now Returned Home
... After so many thousands of miles of road and ocean, all the hulls sailed in, ...
Fawn's Foster-Mother
... I see that once in her spring she lived in the streaming arteries, ...
