Robinson Jeffers

Robinson Jeffers lay down on top of a mountain in a clearing (it was a sunny day)
Motionless
Watched the bald red-headed vulture sink in circles blinded by the sun sniffing for
      death
Saw the beautiful bird spread its wings to land
Sat up made the silent speech to scare him off: these bones still move, these lungs still
      breathe, this brain still labors with ideas,
These eyes still seed.

In the night when it's dark I can think.
I think the blue sky and these days made powerful by the sun's clear eye and a full
      moon
The air blown north up the river yesterday from out of the south from out of the ocean
      from out of the earth's gray unceasing mind
Were caused by me
That laying low against a hill and feeling the blind wind searching and missing
Is good to practice.

Ducks were playing in the sky on Wednesday
Racing in formation slung up the river by a south wind.
Sea gulls were strangely scarce even around the sewage outlets
The sun shed a ray across the water toward every lover who longed to look
And the wind in its blind unhurried search smashed a stalk of grass against a tree
Until it died.

A catalogue of all of a few things: the city
Under the influence of this full moon is unbearable at night
People stumble and kick each other impatiently, accidentally
California
Ocean, redwoods, men, women owned by men, strands of muscle
Physiology, the body, desire, a fat woman, her hairy legs and strong smelling queynt
      and flabby breasts.

A woman who calls it a queynt without pride, defiance or looking away
A man who loves to go swimming up the middle of her legs, swim immersed in her
      strong tidal swell
Shake themselves dry
Walk naked like animals climbing from rock to rock
Gripping the wet rocks, gathering berries
To eat before dusk.

Dusk, the sun sinks golden behind a palisade of cliffs
Peter notices the line of gray night that precedes all the colours
Staining cliffs mountains volcanoes plains prairies ocean forest, freedom, free thought,
      love, bodily love, bodily love, lust, last breath, life
There is nothing you can say
The trees, their colours are changing
You watch from the top of a mountain. The eye wanders to a hawk circling in the
      light.