THE PRIVILEGE
OF STONES
This is all too settled, solidly
serene and - of this too calm
wind - the passage made far
too easy thereby. And oh,
I am restless again! I hesitate
to stay and thrust forth as
if to go, untethered like a
wild horse not yet met of
its horseman or groom.
There is no stable this
foursquare by which
the rope can hold my
neck; in vain, in vain,
the sky would close.
OF STONES
This is all too settled, solidly
serene and - of this too calm
wind - the passage made far
too easy thereby. And oh,
I am restless again! I hesitate
to stay and thrust forth as
if to go, untethered like a
wild horse not yet met of
its horseman or groom.
There is no stable this
foursquare by which
the rope can hold my
neck; in vain, in vain,
the sky would close.
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