Antrim is perhaps the most fitting example of how Robinson Jeffers’ view of old Ireland differed from that of William Butler Yeats. This poet sees no romance in any side. For him, green and orange are butchers equally, and fit well into Jeffers’ view of mankind. The poem closes powerfully:

I have lain and been humbled in all these graves, and mixed new flesh with the old and filled the follow of my mouth / With maggots and rotten dust and ages of repose. I lie here and plot the agony of resurrection. [1]

Antrim was included in Robert Hass’ anthology Rock and Hawk.