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103 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1975
The power comes from the wealth of green, the immensity of the mountains, the light of the sky, which is so big that the sky can't yet be blue; its future blue waits behind a brightness, a shifting, shimmering white, the color of pewter (the sun shines first on the highest mountains, not here for a long time yet).
With his hand the Deity
Shields the beast that trembling sighs;
"Must thou, even up to me,
Death and anguish send?" he cries,—
Earth has room for all to dwell,—
"Why pursue my loved gazelle?"
But no spirit came out of a cleft in the rock.

