Poems
THEME/S
You love frail hamlets sunk amid soft green—
I long for the great poignance, the hard hue
Of mountains plucking up to the Unseen
All valleyed shimmers breaking gently through
The small throbs of your unadventurous heart.
Height on dense height is blindness unto you—
Faced by king-crags you hurry to depart
With peevish cry: "Oh how they block my view!"
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