Once he felt confident enough, he began building a stone cottage for his family, which they dubbed Tor House. He was so smitten with the granite rocks cascading down to the Pacific, rough due to a constant sea-washed rhythm, that he asked a local mason to let him apprentice so he could learn the art of stonemasonry. It all began with a piece of land that Robin, as his friends and family called him, and his wife Una bought, which rippled along the hem of the Pacific Ocean near Carmel, California. Case in point is Robinson Jeffers, a poet who embraced such a landscape as passionately as any writer could.
When the enamored are, lyrical evidence abounds. The undulant sweep of a rocky coastline dotted with pale crescents of sand is a known enchantment even if the captivated aren’t accustomed to waxing poetic.
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