The Place for No Story Robinson Jeffers The coast hills at Sovranes Creek: No trees, but dark scant pasture drawn thin Over rock shaped like flame; The old ocean at the land's foot, the vast Gray extension beyond the long white violence; A herd of cows and the bull Far distant, hardly apparent up the dark slope; And the gray air haunted with hawks: This place is the noblest thing I have ever seen. No imaginable Human presence here could do anything But dilute the lonely self-watchful passion. --

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