Apr 162012
 

It’s just a little while
We’ve been two, we two.
Too long myself a solitary,
Self-possessed as a dromedary–
And landscape as bleak.
Too, too long my lonely hills
Slanted– all drift, sift and seethe.
No wet roll or rill, no river
Rushed oceanward open-armed,
Dissolving all the river’s crazy
Hermit-cackle to one tongue’s
More marmoreal, vast
Unknowing murmur.

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