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Are stone echoes of the crying;
Beyond—and beyond—
Is a veiled whispering on its knees,
On its face,
Hushed at last on the far plains.
***
Out of blazing noon and into its cleft side
I creep,
To where the cataract,
Silver artery of the mountain,
Pounds through its bleak heart.
Beyond—and beyond—
Is a veiled whispering on its knees,
On its face,
Hushed at last on the far plains.
***
Out of blazing noon and into its cleft side
I creep,
To where the cataract,
Silver artery of the mountain,
Pounds through its bleak heart.
Abashed
I stand in that covert place,
Silenced in the roar of the silent one!
***
Flowers and trees grow timid,
Follow me no further;
Grass runs to green safety on the lower hills.
I stand in that covert place,
Silenced in the roar of the silent one!
***
Flowers and trees grow timid,
Follow me no further;
Grass runs to green safety on the lower hills.
Under my climbing feet earth climbs
And starves;
Its boulders start like bones from its gaunt sides.
Livid and alone
It hurls itself forever upward,
Turned to blind granite
Beneath the glare of hostile spaces
And of skies estranged.
***
And starves;
Its boulders start like bones from its gaunt sides.
Livid and alone
It hurls itself forever upward,
Turned to blind granite
Beneath the glare of hostile spaces
And of skies estranged.
***
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