The High Hills

The high hills have a bitterness

Now they are not known

and memory is poor enough consolation

For the soul hopeless gone.

Up in the air there beech tangles wildly into the wind –

That I can imagine

But the speed, the swiftness, walking into clarity,

Like last year’s bryony are gone.

 

Ivor Gurney (1954)

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