Ninety years ago, Robinson Jeffers was possibly the best-known poet in America. In the decades after World War I, his long, narrative epics, which revolved around human tragedies and the glory of wild landscapes, shook up a poetic establishment that had assumed that modernism was the only game in town.
As his reputation grew, Jeffers’ poetry sold tens of thousands of copies. He was invited to read in the US Library of Congress, counted
D.H. Lawrence and other such luminaries among his friends, wrote a popular Broadway play and featured on the cover of Time magazine. His home, Tor House, which ...
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