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Lone cypress in Pebble Beach
"The beauty of things was born before eyes and sufficient to itself; the
Will remain when there is no heart to break for it."
I'm not sure about this. I also find some truth in what Jeffers wrote before these lines:
"My friend from Asia . . .
creates an ocean more real than the ocean, the salt,
Appalling presence, the power of the waters.
He believes that nothing is real except as we make it."
This is a long-lasting philosophical puzzle, of course. I'm uncertain exactly where I come down here—perhaps between the two views or holding both to have some truth?