And I speak to you now with the land's voice,
It is the cold wild land that says to you
A knowledge glimmers in the sleep of things:
The old hills hunch before the north wind blows.
Collected Poems (1977)
And I speak to you now with the land's voice,
It is the cold wild land that says to you
A knowledge glimmers in the sleep of things:
The old hills hunch before the north wind blows.
Collected Poems (1977)