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I	A
In the purple light heavy with redwood the slopes drop seaward	B
Headlong convexities of forest drawn in together to the steep	C
ravine Below on the sea cliff	D
A lonely clearing a little field of corn by the streamside a roof	E
under spared trees Then the ocean	F
Like a great stone someone has cut to a sharp edge and polished	G
to shining Beyond it the fountain	F
And furnace of incredible light flowing up from the sunk sun	F
In the little clearing a woman	F
Is punishing a horse she had tied the halter to a sapling at the	H
edge of the wood but when the great whip	I
Clung to the flanks the creature kicked so hard she feared he	J
would snap the halter she called from the house	K
The young man her son who fetched a chain tie rope they	L
working together	M
Noosed the small rusty links round the horse's tongue	N
And tied him by the swollen tongue to the tree	J
Seen from this height they are shrunk to insect size	O
Out of all human relation You cannot distinguish	P
The blood dripping from where the chain is fastened	Q
The beast shuddering but the thrust neck and the legs	R
Far apart You can see the whip fall on the flanks	S
The gesture of the arm You cannot see the face of the woman	F
The enormous light beats up out of the west across the cloud bars	T
of the trade wind The ocean	F
Darkens the high clouds brighten the hills darken together	M
Unbridled and unbelievable beauty	J
Covers the evening world not covers grows apparent out	U
of it as Venus down there grows out	U
From the lit sky What said the prophet 'I create good and	Q
I create evil I am the Lord '	V
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II	A
This coast crying out for tragedy like all beautiful places	W
The quiet ones ask for quieter suffering but here the granite cliff	D
the gaunt cypresses crown	X
Demands what victim The dykes of red lava and black what	Y
Titan The hills like pointed flames	Z
Beyond Soberanes the terrible peaks of the bare hills under the	H
sun what immolation	F
This coast crying out for tragedy like all beautiful places and	Q
like the passionate spirit of humanity	J
Pain for its bread God's many victims' the painful deaths the	H
horrible transfigurements I said in my heart	A2
'Better invent than suffer imagine victims	B2
Lest your own flesh be chosen the agonist or you	C2
Martyr some creature to the beauty of the place ' And I said	D2
'Burn sacrifices once a year to magic	E2
Horror away from the house this little house here	F2
You have built over the ocean with your own hands	G2
Beside the standing boulders for what are we	J
The beast that walks upright with speaking lips	H2
And little hair to think we should always be fed	D2
Sheltered intact and self controlled We sooner more liable	I2
Than the other animals Pain and terror the insanities of desire	M
not accidents but essential	I2
And crowd up from the core ' I imagined victims for those	J2
wolves I made them phantoms to follow	K2
They have hunted the phantoms and missed the house It is not	L2
good to forget over what gulfs the spirit	Y
Of the beauty of humanity the petal of a lost flower blown	M2
seaward by the night wind floats to its quietness	N2
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III	A
Boulders blunted like an old bear's teeth break up from the	H
headland below them	O2
All the soil is thick with shells the tide rock feasts of a dead	D2
people	I2
Here the granite flanks are scarred with ancient fire the ghosts	P2
of the tribe	Q2
Crouch in the nights beside the ghost of a fire they try to remember	M
the sunlight	R2
Light has died out of their skies These have paid something for	S2
the future	M
Luck of the country while we living keep old griefs in memory	J
though God's	T2
Envy is not a likely fountain of ruin to forget evils calls down	X
Sudden reminders from the cloud remembered deaths be our	M
redeemers	T2
Imagined victims our salvation white as the half moon at midnight	R2
Someone flamelike passed me saying 'I am Tamar Cauldwell	I2
I have my desire '	-
Then the voice of the sea returned when she had gone by the	H
stars to their towers	T2
Beautiful country burn again Point Pinos down to the	H
Sur Rivers	T2
Burn as before with bitter wonders land and ocean and the	H
Carmel water	M
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IV	D
He brays humanity in a mortar to bring the savor	M
From the bruised root a man having bad dreams who invents	T2
victims is only the ape of that God	U2
He washes it out with tears and many waters calcines it with	V2
fire in the red crucible	I2
Deforms it makes it horrible to itself the spirit flies out and	Q
stands naked he sees the spirit	Y
He takes it in the naked ecstasy it breaks in his hand the atom	W2
is broken the power that massed it	X2
Cries to the power that moves the stars 'I have come home to	C2
myself behold me	J
I bruised myself in the flint mortar and burnt me	J
In the red shell I tortured myself I flew forth	Y2
Stood naked of myself and broke me in fragments	T2
And here am I moving the stars that are me '	-
I have seen these ways of God I know of no reason	F
For fire and change and torture and the old returnings	T2
He being sufficient might be still I think they admit no reason	F
they are the ways of my love	D
Unmeasured power incredible passion enormous craft no	K2
thought apparent but burns darkly	J
Smothered with its own smoke in the human brain vault no	K2
thought outside a certain measure in phenomena	H
The fountains of the boiling stars the flowers on the foreland	C2
the ever returning roses of dawn	Z2

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