“Yesterday morning enormous the moon hung low on the ocean,/ Round and yellow-rose in the glow of dawn;/The night-herons flapping home wore dawn on their/wings. Today/Black is the ocean, black and sulphur the sky,/ And white seas leap. I honestly do not know which day/is more beautiful./ I know that tomorrow or next year or in twenty years/I shall not see these things—and it does not matter, it/does not hurt;/They will be here. And when the whole human race/Has been like me rubbed out, they will still be here:/ storms, moon and ocean,/Dawn and the birds. And I say this: their beauty has/more meaning/Than the whole human race and the race of birds.” (Robinson Jeffers, Their Beauty Has More Meaning) Weiterlesen