Thursday, January 17, 2013

The sheep child

 Lygra, Norway, 2012

"I woke, dying, 
In the summer sun of the hillside, with my eyes
Far more than human. I saw for a blazing moment   
The great grassy world from both sides,
Man and beast in the round of their need,
And the hill wind stirred in my wool,
My hoof and my hand clasped each other,
I ate my one meal
Of milk, and died
Staring ..."

--from James Dickey, The Sheep Child

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