Poems by Robinson Jeffers
Night Without Sleep
... se beauty of this time of the world, the flowers of decay their pitiful loveliness, the fever-dream ...
Evening Ebb
... Through rifts in the screen of the world pale gold gleams, and the ...
Thebaid
... An age of renascent faith: Christ said, Marx wrote, Hitler says, ...
All The Little Hoofprints
... redwoods and dark Fern-taken slip of land by the creek, where the horses were, ...
Bixby’s Landing
... Two duckhawks darting in the sky of their cliff-hung nest are the voice of the headland ...
For Una
... IV To-morrow I will take up that heavy poem again ...
Oh Lovely Rock
... hat are its atoms will still be bearing the whole mountain above: and I, many packed centuries ago, ...
Intellectuals
... Who is very beautiful and too secure to want worshippers, ...
Original Sin
... With ape excitement, flinging sharp flints in vain, and the stench of their bodies ...
The Place for No Story
... This place is the noblest thing I have ever seen ...
The Stone Axe
... tall young woman, naked except a deerskin and her sunburnt hair, stooped heavily, heavy with child, ...
The Coast-Road
... mer in the sliding cloud, the great bronze gorge-cut sides of the mountain tower up invincibly, ...
The Day is a Poem
... Into black sea through bursts of dry lightning and distant thunder ...
The Bloody Sire
... s head? Violence has been the sire of all the world&rsquo ...
Antrim
... I have lain and been humbled in all these graves, and mixed new ...
