Nature centres into balls,
And her proud ephemerals,
Fast to surface and outside,
Scan the profile of the sphere;
Knew they what that signified,
A new genesis were here.
This poem – part of an essay entitled Circles – comes from Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 – 1882), an American essayist, lecturer, poet and champion of individualism.
Today I found circles on the beach.