Robinson Jeffers (Робинсон Джефферс)

The Place for No Story

The coast hills at Sovranes Creek;
No trees, but dark scant pasture drawn thin
Over rock shaped like flame;
The old ocean at the land’s foot, the vast
Gray extension beyond the long white violence;
A herd of cows and the bull
Far distant, hardly apparent up the dark slope;
And the gray air haunted with hawks:
This place is the noblest thing I have ever seen. No imaginable
Human presence here could do anything
But dilute the lonely self-watchful passion.

1. October Evening
2. The Day Is a Poem (September 19, 1939)
3. Song of Quietness
4. Contrast
5. To Helen about Her Hair

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