not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

forgetting one world and remembering another

People And A Heron by Robinson Jeffers 

A desert of weed and water-
darkened stone under my western
The ebb lasted all afternoon,
And many pieces of humanity, men, women, and children, gath-
     ering shellfish,
Swarmed with voices of gulls the sea-breach.
At twilight they went off together, the verge was left vacant, an
     evening heron
Bent broad wings over the black ebb,
And left me wondering why a lone bird was dearer to me than
     many people.
Well: rare is dear: but also I suppose
Well reconciled with the world but not with our own natures
     we grudge to see them
Reflected on the world for a mirror.


  1. Nice photo shots, it looks like the heron is talking. Jeffers' poem is thought provoking for their is something about the solitary heron that can haunt and make us ponder about the world we inhabit.

    1. jeffers was provocative, is, should be. and we should be haunted. we are our own ghosts, our own night terrors. we don't look so good when held up against the heron.

      but you must know this, you who spends so much time in the natural world.

  2. Nous sommes tous des oiseaux de passage entre deux mondes et nos battements d'ailes sont nos battements de cœur. Le temps n'est plus à la chasse à la meilleure place, ni à la guerre. Nous devrions, dans ce vol qu'est une vie, mieux nous aimer les uns les autres.
    Peace and love.


  3. There is something so frangible about that bird, but then you look at its beak and see its voice, its raw power, raveling out into the world.

  4. seeing what I don't see everyday, somehow, strangely, helps me to see what I do see every day...reckon? :)


"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))