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