In his day, Robinson Jeffers (1887-1962) was one of the nation’s best-loved poets. Tor House, his hand-built stone abode on the Carmel coast, still stands.
ROBINSON JEFFERS
HANDS, BY ROBINSON JEFFERS
HANDS Inside a cave in a narrow canyon near TassajaraThe vault of rock is painted with hands,A multitude of hands in the twilight, a cloud of men’s palms, no more,No other picture. There’s no one to sayWhether the brown shy quiet people who are dead intendedReligion or magic, or made their tracingsIn the idleness of […]