![]() ![]() During his break time after lunch, he would work on the granite, letting the experience of it seep into his mind.” In the morning, he would spend hours working on the nuances of words in his poetry. “He built these thick granite structures while writing poetry nearly every day of his life. Taking inspiration from the dramatic costal landscapes and the people who lived and worked the sea and land, he wrote a series of startling epic poems that broke the traditions of the current modernist literature. “From sea-tossed granite carried from the beach below his home, he built a stone house and 40-foot tower with his own hands. “In the early 1920s, Robinson Jeffers was a solitary writer living with his wife and two young sons on the very edge of the Pacific Coast,” writes Tor House docent Alan Stacy. As the story goes, he not only took to the craft, but he found it grounded him, balanced him, and enabled him to navigate between the world of words and the land that harbored his life. ![]() Yet, unsatisfied with the progress of the house, Jeffers apprenticed himself to Murphy and learned how to lay stone. ![]() Murphy to build them a small cottage, modeled after an English barn. It was 1918, and the poet and his beloved wife had hired the legendary M.J. And to Una and Robinson Jeffers, who tucked the icons and artifacts of their expansive life into the granite structure of Tor House, their home on the Carmel coast, these were the symbols and reminders of what mattered. Such treasures, lifted from their original haunts, might horrify authorities today. And out in the yard rests a weathered gravestone, salvaged from Ireland by the woman who loved all things Irish. In the dining room, at the apex of the roof, is a white stone, carved from the Great Pyramid of Cheops in Giza. Loren Eisley, writer and environmentalistĪt the top of the tower lurks a piece of the Great Wall of China, brought back as a gift from friends. It was one of the most uncanny and complete relationships between a man and his natural background that I know in literature.” The sea-beaten coast, the fierce freedom of its hunting hawks possessed and spoke through him. ![]() “Something utterly wild had crept into his mind. ![]()
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