Robinson Jeffers | "Natural Music" | poetry archive | plagiarist.com

Robinson Jeffers | "Natural Music" | poetry archive | plagiarist.com: "Natural Music Robinson Jeffers The old voice of the ocean, the bird-chatter of little rivers, (Winter has given them gold for silver To stain their water and bladed green for brown to line their banks) From different throats intone one language. So I believe if we were strong enough to listen without Divisions of desire and terror To the storm of the sick nations, the rage of the hunger smitten cities, Those voices also would be found Clean as a child's; or like some girl's breathing who dances alone By the ocean-shore, dreaming of lovers. " Somehow appropriate. This was written during a time of war - it resonates today. Back to floor tile....