little darling

 

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I believe the first living cell

Had echoes of the future in it, and felt

Direction and the great animals, the deep green forest

And whale’s-track sea; I believe this globed earth

Not all by chance and fortune brings forth her broods,

But feels and chooses. And the Galaxy, the firewheel

On which we are pinned, the whirlwind of stars in which our sun is one dust-grain, one electron, this giant atom of the universe

Is not blind force, but fulfils its life and intends its courses. 

“All things are full of God. 

Winter and summer, day and night

war and peace are God."

—Robinson Jeffers

De Rerum Virtute, II, excerpt

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My heart is moved by all I cannot save:

so much has been destroyed

I have to cast my lot with those
who age after age, perversely,

with no extraordinary power,
reconstitute the world.


—Adrienne Rich
Dream of a Common Language

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