2 min read
Слушать

Tor House

If you should look for this place after a handful        of lifetimes:

Perhaps of my planted forest a

May stand yet, dark-leaved Australians or the coast        cypress,

With storm-drift; but fire and the axe are devils.

Look for foundations of sea-worn granite, my fingers        had the

To make stone love stone, you will find some remnant.

But if you should look in your idleness after ten        thousand years:

It is the granite knoll on the

And lava tongue in the midst of the bay, by the mouth        of the

River-valley, these four will

In the change of names.

You will know it by the wild        sea-fragrance of

Though the ocean may have climbed or retired a little;

You will know it by the valley inland that our sun        and our moon were born

Before the poles changed; and Orion in

Evenings was strung in the throat of the valley like        a lamp-lighted bridge.

Come in the morning you will see white

Weaving a dance over blue water, the wane of the

Their dance-companion, a ghost

By daylight, but wider and whiter than any bird in        the world.

My ghost you needn't look for; it is

Here, but a dark one, deep in the granite, not        dancing on

With the mad wings and the day moon.

0
0
32
Give Award

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…

Other author posts

Comments
You need to be signed in to write comments

Reading today

Суррогатное псевдоматеринство
Ryfma
Ryfma is a social app for writers and readers. Publish books, stories, fanfics, poems and get paid for your work. The friendly and free way for fans to support your work for the price of a coffee
© 2024 Ryfma. All rights reserved 12+