An Intellectual Esthetic
- We watch, across the bay, the wash
- of white waves upon the rocks,
- and awareness of boredom keeps us,
- for we do not feel its beauty
- without effort. We tell each other
- the obvious, to make not it
- but our feeling of it
- more secure.
- Is love the substance on the cliff’s edge
- of the cypress swept back by the vastness?
- Is the fog which obscures the point romantic?
- At leisure, we struggle with leisure.
- We assert and struggle with assertions.
- Waters in deepening blueness
- and distance in its own mist
- don’t talk back.
- 1 July 1983 Mendocino