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A little too abstract, a little too wise,
It is time for us to kiss the earth again,
It is time to let the leaves rain from the skies,
Let the rich life run to the roots again.
I will go to the lovely Sur
And dip my arms in them up to the shoulders.
I will find my accounting where the alder leaf
In the ocean wind over the river boulders.
I will touch things and things and no more thoughts,
That breed like mouthless May-flies darkening the sky,
The insect clouds that blind our passionate
So that they cannot strike, hardly can fly.
Things are the hawk's food and noble is the mountain,
Oh
Pico Blanco, steep sea-wave of marble.
Robinson Jeffers
John Robinson Jeffers (January 10, 1887 – January 20, 1962) was an American poet, known for his work about the central California coast. Much of
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