Senin, 26 Januari 2009
A Mountain Cat Dwelling Among Mountains
Wandering lost upon the mountains of our choice
Again and again we sigh for an ancient south
For the warm nude ages of instinctive poise
For the taste of joy in the innocent mouth.
Asleep in our huts, how we dream of a part
In the glorious balls of the future; each intricate maze
Has a plan, and the disciplined movements of the heart
Can follow for ever and ever its harmless ways.
We envy streams and houses that are sure;
But we are articled to error; we
Were never nude and calm like a great door,
And never will be perfect like the fountains;
We live in freedom by necessity,
A mountain people dwelling among mountains.