The extraordinary patience of things! <br />This beautiful place defaced with a crop of surburban houses- <br />How beautiful when we first beheld it, <br />Unbroken field of poppy and lupin walled with clean cliffs; <br />No intrusion but two or three horses pasturing, <br />Or a few milch cows rubbing their flanks on the outcrop rockheads- <br />Now the spoiler has come: does it care? <br />Not faintly. It has all time. It knows the people are a tide <br />That swells and in time will ebb, and all <br />Their works dissolve. Meanwhile the image of the pristine beauty <br />Lives in the very grain of the granite, <br />Safe as the endless ocean that climbs our cliff.-As for us: <br />We must uncenter our minds from ourselves; <br />We must unhumanize our views a little, and become confident <br />As the rock and ocean that we were made from.<br /><br />Robinson Jeffers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/carmel-point/
