Famous enough in his own day to grace the cover of Time magazine and get his own stamp, Jeffers is unfortunately little known compared to his former prominence. (He is the second most famous resident of Carmel, California and still celebrated there; Clint Eastwood, who might share some of Jeffers' sensibilities, is the first.) Disdainful of civilization, he retreated to California, which was still wilderness in the early part of this century. To Jeffers, the only escape from the corrupting influence of civilization was to seperate one's self from it and cultivate self-reliance. His pessimistic outlook and admiration of the wild are powerfully articulated in his poetry.
Hurt Hawks
The Purse-Seine
Shine, Perishing Republic

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