The Place For No Story [and No Picture]

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.
                              ---Robinson Jeffers

**I tried to find a picture of Soberanes Creek at Garrapata State Park, but there were none decent. I suspect no picture could capture that place better than this poem.**