Natural Music ~Robinson Jeffers The old voice of the ocean, the bird-chatter of little rivers, (Winter has given them gold for silver To stain their water & bladed green for brown to line their banks) From different throats intone one language. So I believe if we were strong enough to listen without Divisions of desire and terror To the storm of the sick nations, the rage of the hunger-smitten cities, Those voices also would be found Clean as a childs; or like some girls breathing who dances alone By the ocean shore, dreaming of lovers.
Posted on: Sat, 19 Oct 2013 03:21:51 +0000
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