Musings on Mystery Hill
There’s something in the mix
and disarray of stone
that coalesces on
a lifeless hill, this zone
worth scrutinizing twice,
which speaks of sacrifice.
Some early Celtic monk
who wandered mystic seas,
or Amerindian
ascendant, once the freeze
of glacial shock was past—
scenarios are vast.
FRESH POSSIBILITIES
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Today we will look at a seasonal poem by A. E. Housman, taking it verse by
verse. XVI — SPRING MORNING Star and coronal and bellApril underfoot
renews,And ...
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