Martin Robertson

Now and Then

The Reckoning

We are part of nature.  At least, we issue from

nature—yet wreck the balance of things, the breath,

the pulse, the natural interlocking of death

and life, with our unnatural “I am”.

The extraordinary process of becoming man

forces us out of nature, to upset,

fight, break nature, defy her, defeat her.  Yet

only we, seeing her from the outside, can

love her.  Natural things in nature are

blind to her beauty, dumb to sing of her.

We, though wrecked nature ruin us in the fall

we forced, have had our vision.  While we live

we know we live, know nature.  I believe

our game was worth her candle after all.