We have no prairies
To slice a big sun at evening –
Everywhere the eye concedes to
Encroaching horizon,
Is wooed into the cyclops' eye
Of a tarn.


Door into the Dark (1969)


We have no prairies To slice a big sun at evening – Everywhere the eye concedes to Encroaching horizon, Is wooed into the cyclops' eye Of a tarn.

We have no prairies To slice a big sun at evening – Everywhere the eye concedes to Encroaching horizon, Is wooed into the cyclops' eye Of a tarn.

We have no prairies To slice a big sun at evening – Everywhere the eye concedes to Encroaching horizon, Is wooed into the cyclops' eye Of a tarn.

We have no prairies To slice a big sun at evening – Everywhere the eye concedes to Encroaching horizon, Is wooed into the cyclops' eye Of a tarn.