Spirits and illusions have died, <br />The naked mind lives <br />In the beauty of inanimate things. <br /> <br />Flowers wither, grass fades, trees wilt, <br />The forest is burnt; <br />The rock is not burnt. <br /> <br />The deer starve, the winter birds <br />Die on their twigs and lie <br />In the blue dawns in the snow. <br /> <br />Men suffer want and become <br />Curiously ignoble; as prosperity <br />Made them curiously vile. <br /> <br />But look how noble the world is, <br />The lonely-flowing waters, the secret- <br />Keeping stones, the flowing sky.<br /><br />Robinson Jeffers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-from-the-lifeless/
