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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 and lupin walled with clean cliffs;
No intrusion but two or three horses pasturing,
Or a few milch 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
That swells and in time will ebb, and
Their works dissolve.
Meanwhile the image of the pristine
Lives in the very grain of the granite,
Safe as the endless ocean that climbs our cliff.-As for us:
We must uncenter our minds from ourselves;
We must unhumanize our views a little, and become
As the rock and ocean that we were made from.
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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