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