Robinson Jeffers is one of the most sublime and neglected eco-poets of America. Once a figure of almost cultish veneration, a few decades after his death in 1962 he became all but forgotten, a formidable writer virtually erased from the literary canon. And yet his work, now mostly out of print, speaks powerfully of our current ecological predicament and our frayed sense of occupying a world where technological ‘advances’ are paradoxically bringing us ever closer to the apocalyptic edge. A late and fierce Romantic, he is a prophet of eco-consciousness and stands in need of reclamation.
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