Sunday, July 24, 2011

a ramage for a mountain




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Silent in the moonlight, no beginning or end.
So the binding things  are lost, then found again,
The tines dug out of the snow, the singing so low
The other cannot hear it.  Some sounds do fit
Thick cords and strong fingers.  Slowly the mountain
Enters the man who walks on its slopes alone.
He walks, he sits down, he finds a stone;
No one has seen it, he sits down and is alone.



~ Robert Bly
from Talking into the Ear of a Donkey



2 comments:

JB said...

The poem's title is A Ramage for the Mountain, not A Rampage for the Mountain.

smilingheart said...

thanks for the correction JB, much appreciated.