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In 1938 Random House published The Selected Poetry of Robinson Jeffers, a volume that would remain in print for more than fifty years. For decades it drew enough poets, students, and general readers to keep Jeffers—in spite of the almost total academic neglect that followed his fame in the 1920s and 1930s—a force in American poetry. Now scholars are at last beginning to rec In 1938 Random House published The Selected Poetry of Robinson Jeffers, a volume that would remain in print for more than fifty years. For decades it drew enough poets, students, and general readers to keep Jeffers—in spite of the almost total academic neglect that followed his fame in the 1920s and 1930s—a force in American poetry. Now scholars are at last beginning to recognize that he created a significant alternative to the High Modernism of Pound, Eliot, and Stevens. Similarly, contemporary poets who have returned to the narrative poem acknowledge Jeffers to be a major poet, while those exploring California and the American West as literary regions have found in him a foundational figure. Moreover, Jeffers stands as a crucial precursor to contemporary attempts to rethink our practical, ethical, and spiritual obligations to the natural world and the environment. These developments underscore the need for a new selected edition that would, like the 1938 volume, include the long narratives that were to Jeffers his major work, along with the more easily anthologized shorter poems. This new selected edition differs from its predecessor in several ways. When Jeffers shaped the 1938 Selected Poetry, he drew from his most productive period (1917-37), but his career was not over yet. In the quarter century that followed, four more volumes of his poetry were published. This new selected edition draws from these later volumes, and it includes a sampling of the poems Jeffers left unpublished, along with several prose pieces in which he reflects on his poetry and poetics. This edition also adopts the texts of the recently completed The Collected Poetry of Robinson Jeffers (five volumes, Stanford, 1988-2000). When the poems were originally published, copy editors and typesetters adjusted Jeffers's punctuation, often obscuring the rhythm and pacing of what he actually wrote, and at points even obscuring meaning and nuance. This new selected edition, then, is a much broader, more accurate representation of Jeffers's career than the previous Selected Poetry. Reviews of volumes in The Collected Poetry of Robinson Jeffers "A masterful job of contemporary scholarly editing, this book begins an edition intended to clarify a 'Jeffers canon,' establishing for times to come the verse legacy of a poet who looked on all things with the eyes of eternity."—San Francisco Chronicle "This edition will be standard . . . a tribute and justice to a poet whose independent strength has survived to challenge personal and public canons."—Virginia Quarterly Review "Jeffers is the last of the major poets of his generation—Frost, Stevens, Williams, Pound, Moore, Eliot—to get his collected poems. Now that the job is at hand, it is done very well. . . . Tim Hunt has been painstaking in his editorial preparation and judicious in his presentation. . . . A great poet is ready for his due."—Philadelphia Inquirer "Few American poets are treated as well by publishers as Jeffers is by Stanford University Press. . . . These poems represent a distinctive voice in the American canon, and it is good to have them so wonderfully set forth."—Christian Century


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In 1938 Random House published The Selected Poetry of Robinson Jeffers, a volume that would remain in print for more than fifty years. For decades it drew enough poets, students, and general readers to keep Jeffers—in spite of the almost total academic neglect that followed his fame in the 1920s and 1930s—a force in American poetry. Now scholars are at last beginning to rec In 1938 Random House published The Selected Poetry of Robinson Jeffers, a volume that would remain in print for more than fifty years. For decades it drew enough poets, students, and general readers to keep Jeffers—in spite of the almost total academic neglect that followed his fame in the 1920s and 1930s—a force in American poetry. Now scholars are at last beginning to recognize that he created a significant alternative to the High Modernism of Pound, Eliot, and Stevens. Similarly, contemporary poets who have returned to the narrative poem acknowledge Jeffers to be a major poet, while those exploring California and the American West as literary regions have found in him a foundational figure. Moreover, Jeffers stands as a crucial precursor to contemporary attempts to rethink our practical, ethical, and spiritual obligations to the natural world and the environment. These developments underscore the need for a new selected edition that would, like the 1938 volume, include the long narratives that were to Jeffers his major work, along with the more easily anthologized shorter poems. This new selected edition differs from its predecessor in several ways. When Jeffers shaped the 1938 Selected Poetry, he drew from his most productive period (1917-37), but his career was not over yet. In the quarter century that followed, four more volumes of his poetry were published. This new selected edition draws from these later volumes, and it includes a sampling of the poems Jeffers left unpublished, along with several prose pieces in which he reflects on his poetry and poetics. This edition also adopts the texts of the recently completed The Collected Poetry of Robinson Jeffers (five volumes, Stanford, 1988-2000). When the poems were originally published, copy editors and typesetters adjusted Jeffers's punctuation, often obscuring the rhythm and pacing of what he actually wrote, and at points even obscuring meaning and nuance. This new selected edition, then, is a much broader, more accurate representation of Jeffers's career than the previous Selected Poetry. Reviews of volumes in The Collected Poetry of Robinson Jeffers "A masterful job of contemporary scholarly editing, this book begins an edition intended to clarify a 'Jeffers canon,' establishing for times to come the verse legacy of a poet who looked on all things with the eyes of eternity."—San Francisco Chronicle "This edition will be standard . . . a tribute and justice to a poet whose independent strength has survived to challenge personal and public canons."—Virginia Quarterly Review "Jeffers is the last of the major poets of his generation—Frost, Stevens, Williams, Pound, Moore, Eliot—to get his collected poems. Now that the job is at hand, it is done very well. . . . Tim Hunt has been painstaking in his editorial preparation and judicious in his presentation. . . . A great poet is ready for his due."—Philadelphia Inquirer "Few American poets are treated as well by publishers as Jeffers is by Stanford University Press. . . . These poems represent a distinctive voice in the American canon, and it is good to have them so wonderfully set forth."—Christian Century

30 review for The Selected Poetry

  1. 5 out of 5

    jeremy

    drunken charlie, part iv she lay in the stern of the boat, and her body sang like a lark: i curse the war-makers i curse those that run to the ends of the earth to exalt a system or save a foreign power or foreign trade. my boy was killed by a sea-lion, and that was cruel but it was clean. there are men plotting to kill a million boys for a dead dream. oh my dear there are some things that are well worth fighting for. fight to save a sea-gull's wings: that would be a sacred war.

  2. 5 out of 5

    Ian

    Being such a comprehensive collection, the quality and type of content varies wildly. It mostly alternates between the long-form narrative verse and the brief meditative poems in a chronological order. The brief poems are generally quite interesting and thought-provoking, and definitely have a strong eastern influence--very reminiscent of Taoist and Zen philosophy. Although they do vary and some came be a bit esoteric and almost incoherent. You can really trace Jeffers' mental state as these evo Being such a comprehensive collection, the quality and type of content varies wildly. It mostly alternates between the long-form narrative verse and the brief meditative poems in a chronological order. The brief poems are generally quite interesting and thought-provoking, and definitely have a strong eastern influence--very reminiscent of Taoist and Zen philosophy. Although they do vary and some came be a bit esoteric and almost incoherent. You can really trace Jeffers' mental state as these evolve with time--in earlier times they range from meditations on the beauty of the world around Big Sur to nihilistic and pacificist diatribes that are strongly tied to the World Wars that happened under his watch. Not all of them connect for me, but the ones that do often caused me to get stuck on a page, reading a particular verse or passage over and over again in contemplation. As Jeffers ages, these tend to evolve in a predictable manner. As he gets older his tone shifts to a more nihilistic and misanthropic one, and after Una dies he mostly pines for her loss and contemplates the meaninglessness of life. They almost read like suicide notes at the end, or pleas for death. The pieces of narrative poetry tell compelling and heartbreaking stories akin to greek tragedies, with the setting transported to the rugged coasts of Central California--a place at the time that was a haven for rugged individualists and ranchers instead of wealthy tourists. Each one tells a story of love and suffering, and plumbs the depths of what humans are capable of when overwhelmed with love and hatred at the same time. While someone obtuse at first, they gradually unfold to tell very powerful stories and there is a really interesting mix of classical tragedy and modern settings. None of them have happy endings, but they are all powerful.

  3. 4 out of 5

    Claxton

    One of my favorites. I picked this up a month ago when I ran out of books -- I've read it cover to cover once, and worked my way back through much of it again and again. If you 1) love nature, 2) are skeptical of human beings (especially when they congregate in cities, corporations, and [worst of all] Congresses), and 3) really like rocks, trees, waves, and sometimes oblique, sometimes brutal, sometimes gorgeous poetry, I recommend this. I'm planning a pilgrimage to Carmel-by-the-Sea, and then b One of my favorites. I picked this up a month ago when I ran out of books -- I've read it cover to cover once, and worked my way back through much of it again and again. If you 1) love nature, 2) are skeptical of human beings (especially when they congregate in cities, corporations, and [worst of all] Congresses), and 3) really like rocks, trees, waves, and sometimes oblique, sometimes brutal, sometimes gorgeous poetry, I recommend this. I'm planning a pilgrimage to Carmel-by-the-Sea, and then building my own karsty, crusty version of Tor House.

  4. 4 out of 5

    M. Sarki

    Certainly not my cup of tea and most likely another reason I could give for the general mass of humanity taught at all ages through their schooling experience to not like poetry either. I am sure there are some redeeming qualities of Jeffers' poetry to the historians among us, but that is something I am simply not interested in. Having cultural, civic, and worldly events chronicled through narrative poetry is a media that quickly puts me to sleep and I find no pleasantries in it. My body almost Certainly not my cup of tea and most likely another reason I could give for the general mass of humanity taught at all ages through their schooling experience to not like poetry either. I am sure there are some redeeming qualities of Jeffers' poetry to the historians among us, but that is something I am simply not interested in. Having cultural, civic, and worldly events chronicled through narrative poetry is a media that quickly puts me to sleep and I find no pleasantries in it. My body almost dies, actually. I am grateful, however, for the followers and fans Robinson Jeffers has had and still has and that he somehow offers substance and delight to these precious few. But I will not be one included as an honorary member of that group and neither one of his loyal acolytes.

  5. 5 out of 5

    Frederick Jackson

    Wonderful free verse narrative poems of a rural, littoral California long gone by (Depression era). I carried this tome around for quite a while. Many poems are like Greek tragedies. All the verse is strong, moving, gripping.

  6. 5 out of 5

    Ted Morgan

    I suppose the complete poems would be a bit much for me but I treasure this selected version of fine poetry. Some of my very favorite poems of all time are in this collection

  7. 4 out of 5

    Julie

    I was a bit disappointed. I expected his body of work to resemble my favorite poem of his, "Apology For Bad Dreams". I was not anticipating long slogs through what could have been short stories, but which lacked the fire and sting of his shorter pieces. I didn't care for any of the long works, and there are many of them. I have a morning ritual where I drink my coffee and tweet passages of poetry. The phrases that bring an inhalation of awe, the descriptions that ring clearly, and the thoughts w I was a bit disappointed. I expected his body of work to resemble my favorite poem of his, "Apology For Bad Dreams". I was not anticipating long slogs through what could have been short stories, but which lacked the fire and sting of his shorter pieces. I didn't care for any of the long works, and there are many of them. I have a morning ritual where I drink my coffee and tweet passages of poetry. The phrases that bring an inhalation of awe, the descriptions that ring clearly, and the thoughts which open up a new perspective. This volume did not have as many of those drops of wonder as I had hoped. I own the book, so I can always go back through someday and try to chew those longer pieces until they can be swallowed more easily.

  8. 4 out of 5

    Manifest Terror

    everything must be reconsidered after reading these poems. i also really liked the small selections of his prose, which were mostly introductions to his works. "the loving shepherdess" is the only one of the longer works which i liked, although all of the longer poems have parts of sheer brilliance. the beginning of "hungerfield" was deeply moving, as was the ending, but the middle was "typical" dense, obscure Jeffers; not unenjoyable, but not ecstatic. one way to describe him is as "a nature po everything must be reconsidered after reading these poems. i also really liked the small selections of his prose, which were mostly introductions to his works. "the loving shepherdess" is the only one of the longer works which i liked, although all of the longer poems have parts of sheer brilliance. the beginning of "hungerfield" was deeply moving, as was the ending, but the middle was "typical" dense, obscure Jeffers; not unenjoyable, but not ecstatic. one way to describe him is as "a nature poet" but this implies a sense of nature worship which i think is somewhat absent in him. several poems go on at length about the "inhuman beauty of things," which is not necessarily "nature." the "beauty of things" is also found in what is not, strictly speaking, "natural," according to Jeffers and i would have to agree; cities, for example, have elements of the beautiful not found in nature or what is considered "natural." one profound remark, from one of the prose selections: "[the hypothetical great poet:] would understand that Rimbaud was a young man of startling genius but not to be imitated; and that The Waste Land, though one of the finest poems of this century and surely the most influential, marks the close of a literary dynasty, not the beginning." like i said, everything must be reconsidered in light of Robinson Jeffers; at least when it comes to my own writing. i have copied his prose into PDF; if you're interested leave a comment and we will work something out. here is a list of the poems i liked from this collection: from Tamar suicide's stone natural music shine, perishing republic continent's end from Roan Stallion boats in a fog joy from The Women at Point Sur apology for bad dreams credo from Cawdor The Broken Balance (part ii and iii only) from Solstice distant rainfall rock and hawk shine republic sign-post gray weather from Such Counsels You Gave To Me rearmament the purse seine memoir the answer the beaks of eagles contemplation of the sword* october week-end theory of truth (quoted in Straw Dogs) from Dear Judas inscription for a grave stone from Thurso's Landing new mexican mountain fire on the hills from Give Your Heart To The Hawks triad still the mind smiles from Be Angry At The Sun faith the house dog's grave (my aunt dawn would like this poem) the bloody sire drunken charlie(part iv only) from The Double Axe cassandra historical choice invasion original sin from Hungerfield the beauty of things From Last Poems let them alone "the mathematicians and physics men" It nearly cancels my fear of death" from Unpublished Poems may 5, 1915 to U.J. doors to peace tragedy has its obligations here are some choice quotations: from give your heart to the hawks He was like this mountain coast, All beautiful, with chances of brutal violence; precipitous, dark natured, beautiful; without humor, without ever A glimmer of gayety; blind gray headland and arid mountain, and trailing from his shoulders the infinite ocean. So love, that hunts always outside the human for his choice of metaphors, Pictured her man on her mind. We have no outlet for our bad feelings. There was a war but I was too young: they used to have little wars all the time and that saved them, In our time we have to keep it locked up inside and are full of spite: and misery: or blindly in a flash: "Oh," he said stilly; "rage Like a beast and kill the one you love best. Because our blood grows fierce in the dark and there's no course for it. I dream of killing all the mouths on the coast, I dream and dream." he is only an / echo of our own troubled / And loving thoughts the fiery delight more pure of guilt From Cawdor All that I loved is here dying ... We're given a dollar of life to gamble against a dollar's / worth of desire / And if we win we have both but losers lose nothing. a bright fear, not of death but of dying mocked, / Overreached and outraged as a fool dies the unspent chemistry of life ... the brittle iniquities of pleasure ... from New Mexican Mountain people from cities, anxious to be human again. Poor show how they suck you empty! The Indians are emptied, And certainly there was never religion enough, nor beauty nor poetry here ... to fill Americans. from Contemplation of the Sword The sword: that is: I have two sons whom I love. They are twins, they were born in nineteen sixteen, which seemed to us a dark year Of a great war, and they are now of the age That war prefers. The first-born is like his mother, he is so beautiful That persons I hardly know have stopped me on the street to speak of the grave beauty of the boy's face. The second-born has strength for his beauty; when he strips for swimming the hero shoulders and wrestler loins Make him seem clothed. The sword: that is: loathsome disfigurements, blindness, mutilation, locked lips of boys Too proud to scream. Reason will not decide at last: the sword will decide.

  9. 4 out of 5

    Jason

    Jeffers is a strange poet. I'm not sure whether to take it all seriously. Perhaps it is my Englishness, but I felt a bubbling need to chuckle at times: the blood, the power, the metaphors spilling guts all over the place.

  10. 4 out of 5

    James

    Robinson Jeffers was born on January 10, 1887. In this, the definitive selection of Jeffers poetry, there is a broad selection that includes his best efforts. Ranging from Roan Stallion and Cawdor from the twenties to his last poems in the late fifties, the collection demonstrates that he belongs in the pantheon with the best poets of the ages. "Rock and Hawk" is both one of his greatest poems and one of my favorites; but I also relish the great thoughts found in some of the smallest poems: "I a Robinson Jeffers was born on January 10, 1887. In this, the definitive selection of Jeffers poetry, there is a broad selection that includes his best efforts. Ranging from Roan Stallion and Cawdor from the twenties to his last poems in the late fifties, the collection demonstrates that he belongs in the pantheon with the best poets of the ages. "Rock and Hawk" is both one of his greatest poems and one of my favorites; but I also relish the great thoughts found in some of the smallest poems: "I am neither mountain nor bird Nor star: and I seek joy." Jeffers, who lived on and often wrote about the California coast, is regarded by many as “the father of environmental poetry.” He attracted controversy for his pacifism and his philosophy of “Inhumanism,” which advocated "a shifting of emphasis and significance from man to notman; the rejection of human solipsism and recognition of the trans-human magnificence." But I like to focus on the beauty of his words; for example "Tor House" which is today a popular stop for both literary travelers and environmentalists. If you should look for this place after a handful of lifetimes: Perhaps of my planted forest a few May stand yet, dark-leaved Australians or the coast cypress, haggard With storm-drift; but fire and the axe are devils. Look for foundations of sea-worn granite, my fingers had the art To make stone love stone, you will find some remnant….

  11. 5 out of 5

    Jared

    Shine, Republic: The quality of these trees, green height; of the sky, shining; of water, a clear flow; of the rock, hardness. And reticence: each is noble in its quality. The love of freedom has been the quality of Western man. There is a stubborn torch that flames from Marathon to Concord, its dangerous beauty binding three ages. Into one time; the waves of barbarism and civilization have eclipsed but have never quenched it. For the Greeks the love of beauty, for Rome of ruling; for the present Shine, Republic: The quality of these trees, green height; of the sky, shining; of water, a clear flow; of the rock, hardness. And reticence: each is noble in its quality. The love of freedom has been the quality of Western man. There is a stubborn torch that flames from Marathon to Concord, its dangerous beauty binding three ages. Into one time; the waves of barbarism and civilization have eclipsed but have never quenched it. For the Greeks the love of beauty, for Rome of ruling; for the present age the passionate love of discovery; But in one noble passion we are one; and Washington, Luther, Tacitus, Aeschylus, one kind of man. And you, America, that passion made you. You were not born to prosperity, you were born to love freedom. You did not say "en masse," you said "independence." But we cannot have all the luxuries and freedom also. Freedom is poor and laborious; that torch is not safe but hungry, and often requires blood for its fuel. You will tame it against it burn too clearly, you will hood it like a kept hawk, you will perch it on the wrist of Caesar. But keep the tradition, conserve the forms, the observances, keep the spot sore. Be great, carve deep your heel-harks. The states of the next age will no doubt remember you, and edge their love of freedom with contempt of luxury. 'Nuff said!

  12. 5 out of 5

    Robert

    Robinson Jeffers is an interesting poet. When I was in high school, he was my introduction to the word "misanthrope." Nevertheless I have always like him, whenever I see his poems. I saw this book (almost 700 pages), and borrowed it from the library. I have read about 300 pages, selected poems from Jeffers first five books (Tamar, Roan Stallion, The Women at Point Sur, Cawdor). Jeffers lived in the Big Sur area, and has lots of nature poems (usually with storms and eagles and waves). He also lik Robinson Jeffers is an interesting poet. When I was in high school, he was my introduction to the word "misanthrope." Nevertheless I have always like him, whenever I see his poems. I saw this book (almost 700 pages), and borrowed it from the library. I have read about 300 pages, selected poems from Jeffers first five books (Tamar, Roan Stallion, The Women at Point Sur, Cawdor). Jeffers lived in the Big Sur area, and has lots of nature poems (usually with storms and eagles and waves). He also likes to write long, tragic epic poems. Cawdor (the poem) is about an old widower, who marries a younger woman. As a result of this marriage, the younger woman is allowed to tend to her blind father at Cawdor's house. The woman accuses Cawdor's son of making love to her, so Cawdor kills him, and great tragedy ensues. Almost too much. Too much is the poem Tamar. Jeffers later wrote a poem apologizing for that one. It's OMG. In another half a year I'll take another crack at this. Time to read another poet.

  13. 5 out of 5

    ATJG

    Rearmament These grand and fatal movements toward death: the grandeur of the mass Makes pity a fool, the tearing pity For the atoms of the mass, the persons, the victims, makes it seem monstrous To admire the tragic beauty they build. It is beautiful as a river flowing or a slowly gathering Glacier on a high mountain rock-face, Bound to plow down a forest, or as frost in November, The gold and flaming death-dance for leaves, Or a girl in the night of her spent maidenhood, bleeding and kissing. I would bur Rearmament These grand and fatal movements toward death: the grandeur of the mass Makes pity a fool, the tearing pity For the atoms of the mass, the persons, the victims, makes it seem monstrous To admire the tragic beauty they build. It is beautiful as a river flowing or a slowly gathering Glacier on a high mountain rock-face, Bound to plow down a forest, or as frost in November, The gold and flaming death-dance for leaves, Or a girl in the night of her spent maidenhood, bleeding and kissing. I would burn my right hand in a slow fire To change the future … I should do foolishly. The beauty of modern Man is not in the persons but in the Disastrous rhythm, the heavy and mobile masses, the dance of the Dream-led masses down the dark mountain. Robinson Jeffers, 1935

  14. 5 out of 5

    John

    If you are going to have one book of Jeffers, and if you are interested at all in 20th century American poetry you must have at least one, this is the one. Jeffers wrote a lot of beautiful shorter poems, but to really feel his passion it is necessary to become immersed in the longer narratives and this book gives some of them. It necessarily omits some of the long poems that are titles for sections of the book; Dear Judas, The women of Point Sur, Double Axe are three. Each of these narrative poe If you are going to have one book of Jeffers, and if you are interested at all in 20th century American poetry you must have at least one, this is the one. Jeffers wrote a lot of beautiful shorter poems, but to really feel his passion it is necessary to become immersed in the longer narratives and this book gives some of them. It necessarily omits some of the long poems that are titles for sections of the book; Dear Judas, The women of Point Sur, Double Axe are three. Each of these narrative poems are over 100 pages. I would recommend buying this book (I found it used) and getting the others from the library. Don't try to read them all at once.

  15. 4 out of 5

    Lanny

    Religions could and should be formed based out of this guy's point of view. I know it has informed the way I look at the world. Wait until those long winter nights, turn off the TV and open this book to just about any poem and just read. I find some of the longer form pieces which he's known for to be a little hard to follow and get through, so usually I'll just focus on one paragraph or sentence which really resonates. "I seem to have stood a long time and watched the stars pass."

  16. 4 out of 5

    LemontreeLime

    I wanted so much to be the kind of person who likes Robinson Jeffers and his poetry, but I am just not. I've tried for years to read this book to no avail. He has a harsher eye, imagine if Carl Sandburg carried a grudge and wanted to keep things real, then you would have Jeffers. And I just don't like where his words take me.

  17. 4 out of 5

    Monica

    Jeffers poetry is very......interesting. He covers a wide variety of topics from nature to scandal to religion. He also has a wide variety of writing styles from poetry to plays from lengthy stories to very short poems. His time frames vary from ancient times to WWII. A vast array is covered in this poetry with a little for everyone.

  18. 4 out of 5

    Whitney

    Could not get into his style; even though I wanted to love the descriptions of nature, something would always sound a sour note. His poem I like the best an untitled piece starting with "The unformed volcanic earth, a female thing" was not in the edition available in my library...

  19. 4 out of 5

    Lee

    Jeffers gets 5 stars on GoodReads! I imagine this is because you either know and love him, or you don't know him. There is no natural poetry that captures the stoic, patient understanding of the world half so well.

  20. 4 out of 5

    Matt

    violence, hawks, rocks, big sur, a healthy distaste for man meets a sharp reverence for classical lit. homer meets muir. jarring, uncomprimising, resounding, righteous poetry. Jeffers is underrated.

  21. 4 out of 5

    Al Maki

    The praise of violence and the contempt for people seems to me to be very much in the vein of fascism. If you want to see what I mean, read the description of the flight of the soul of the dead eagle (I'm not making that up) toward the end of Cawdor. I'm troubled by a number of these poems.

  22. 4 out of 5

    A.p. Eberhart

    The greatest American poet, in my mind. Jeffers surpasses all others in the poetic art!

  23. 5 out of 5

    Abdul

    My favorite poet. Not for everyone, chock full of adult themes but very much an insight into the feral California male and his living off and in step with the untamed land.

  24. 4 out of 5

    Toon Pepermans

    4.5 stars (I didn't read most of the narrative poems)

  25. 5 out of 5

    Christopher

    Skip the long poems (highly tedious) and revel in the compact, cranky little gems of this neglected "inhumanist" poet

  26. 4 out of 5

    Walter

    “Joy is a trick in the air…”

  27. 4 out of 5

    Mark Ramstead

    I am almost through this book completely. In many ways it is the only book I should ever need to read... : )

  28. 5 out of 5

    Brittany

    I wrote my senior thesis in high school on Jeffers. His poetry makes you want to move west and live off the earth

  29. 5 out of 5

    Ty Richardson

    That I wish I could afford the collected works by Standford Press. I love Jeffers. Inhumanism is where it's at.

  30. 4 out of 5

    Joe

    The best one volume edition of Robinson Jeffers.

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