This is one of the things I respect so much about him: he was as elemental in his life as he was in his poetry, the waves becoming his muse and the soaring hawk such an inspiration in its winged freedom he would build a high stone tower to pay homage to the raptor.Īs I write this, I feel the nostalgia for that legendary coastline pulling at me, memories of spending hours beachcombing there flooding forth. Then he set about building a stone cottage-Tor House-for his family. Robin, as friends and family called him, was so enamored with the rough sea-washed granite rocks cascading down to the Pacific he asked a local mason to allow him to apprentice so he could learn the art of stonemasonry. The Jeffers rented a log cabin in Carmel before purchasing a plot of land on Carmel Point three years later. An image I snapped of the California coastline and its dramatic rock formations. I fell just as hard for that undulant sweep of rocky shoreline. He and his wife Una described the effect of the land they finally claimed as their own as enchanting. I was a newly minted poet, or so I thought I could dare call myself such being inspired as I was by my college professors and the heroes they put on their syllabi. One of the standouts for me during the semester before I headed west was Robinson Jeffers, who had fallen head-over-heels in love with a stretch of the California coastline near the town I would be visiting and its frothy tides.
One of the most evocative trips I can remember taking as a young woman was a four-day escapade to Carmel, California.
The Tor House and Hawk Tower, both stone buildings built by the poet Robinson Jeffers.
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