Invisible gulls with human voices cry in the sea-cloud <br />'There is room, wild minds, <br />Up high in the cloud; the web and the feather remember <br />Three elements, but here <br />Is but one, and the webs and the feathers <br />Subduing but the one <br />Are the greater, with strength and to spare.' You dream, wild <br />criers, <br />The peace that all life <br />Dreams gluttonously, the infinite self that has eaten <br />Environment, and lives <br />Alone, unencroached on, perfectly gorged, one God. <br />Caesar and Napoleon <br />Visibly acting their dream of that solitude, Christ and Gautama, <br />Being God, devouring <br />The world with atonement for God's sake . . . ah sacred hungers, <br />The conqueror's, the prophet's, <br />The lover's, the hunger of the sea-beaks, slaves of the last peace, <br />Worshippers of oneness.<br /><br />Robinson Jeffers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fog-33/
