by Robinson Jeffers
The extraordinary patience of things!
This beautiful place defaced with a crop of suburban houses-
How beautiful when we first beheld it,
Unbroken field of poppy lupin walled with clean cliffs;
No intrusion but two or three horses pasturing,
Or a few milk cows rubbing their flanks on the outcrop rockheads-
Now the spoiler has come: does it care?
Not faintly. It has all time. It knows the people are a tide
That sweeps and in time will ebb, and all
Their works dissolve. Meanwhile the image of the pristine beauty
Lives in the very grain of the granite,
Safe as the endless ocean that climbs our cliff. –as for us:
We mus uncenter our minds from ourselves:
We must unhumanize our views a little, and become confident
As the rock and ocean we were made from.