Mingled with heaven

After yesterday's epic-exploits, it can only really be one poet today ...

... here's a Nan Shepherd verse, as taken from the 2014 reprint, of her 1934 singular poetry collection:


The Hill

So it may be a hill was there,
Blue, tremulous, afar.
I looked and thought the gleam was air,
And thought the morning star

Might tremble thus and thus resolve
Its fire in common light,
Content, while world and sun revolve,
To vanish from the sight.

So hard it was that morn to tell
If earth or heaven I saw,
I knew not how on earth to dwell
Nor how from heaven withdraw.

For vanishing within my thought,
And stealing back to view,
Earth mingled so with heaven, they wrought
One universe from two.

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Nan Shepherd (1893-1981)

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