Posted by: Philip Carr-Gomm | January 7, 2009

“It Is Time for Us to Kiss the Earth Again”

. . . 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. . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
I have fallen in love outward.

Robinson Jeffers ‘The Tower Beyond Tragedy’


  1. I love Jeffers… thanks for this!

  2. It’s very beautiful. Philip, you have an uncanny knack of posting things at just the right moment! Many thanks for reminding me again of Jeffers.

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