In a Tangle of Cliffs
In a tangle of cliffs I chose a place —
Bird-paths, but no trails for men.
What's beyond the yard?
White clouds clinging to vague rocks.
Now I've lived here — how many years —
Again and again, spring and winter pass
Go tell families with silverware and cars
" What's the use of all that noise and money? "
Bird-paths, but no trails for men.
What's beyond the yard?
White clouds clinging to vague rocks.
Now I've lived here — how many years —
Again and again, spring and winter pass
Go tell families with silverware and cars
" What's the use of all that noise and money? "
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