De Rerum Virute

So I'm on Unbounded and we've been talking about this poet, Robinson Jeffers. I was reading this poem, and I totally felt like it needs to be on this blog. This is part 2 of "De Rerum Virute." I thought this was a pretty cool and artsy take on evolution, and I'm digging it.

That’s what it’s like: for the egg too has a mind, 
Doing what our able chemists will never do, 
Building the body of a hatchling, choosing among the proteins: 
These for the young wing-muscles, these for the great 
Crystalline eyes, these for the flighty nerves and brain: 
Choosing and forming: a limited but superhuman intelligence, 
Prophetic of the future and aware of the past: 
The hawk’s egg will make a hawk, and the serpent’s 
A gliding serpent: but each with a little difference 
From its ancestors—and slowly, if it works, the race 
Forms a new race: that also is a part of the plan 
Within the egg. 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.”