Wednesday, April 26, 2017

The Poet: Robinson Jeffers, "The Brown Forest"

"The Brown Forest"

"I entered the life of the brown forest
And the great life of the ancient peaks, the patience of stone,
I felt the changes in the veins
In the throat of the mountain, a grain in many centuries, 
we have our own time, not yours; and I was the stream
Draining the mountain wood; and I the stag drinking;
 and I was the stars,
Boiling with light, wandering alone, each one the lord of
his own summit; and I was the darkness
Outside the stars, I included them, they were a part of me.
I was mankind also, a moving lichen
On the cheek of the round stone..."

- Robinson Jeffers

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