“The Return” by Robinson Jeffers

A little too abstract, a little too wise,

It is time for us to kiss the earth again,

It is time to let the leaves rain from the skies,

Let the rich life run to the roots again.

I will go to the lovely Sur Rivers

And dip my arms in them up to the shoulders.

I will find my accounting where the alder leaf quivers

In the ocean wind over the river boulders.

I will touch things and the earth will touch me,

I will be a part of the world again.

Let the rich life run to the roots again.

And dip my arms in them up to the shoulders.

In the ocean wind over the river boulders.

So that they cannot strike, hardly can fly.

Pico Blanco, steep sea-wave of marble.