Wednesday, June 1, 2011

High Country Weather - James K. Baxter

High Country Weather
- James K. Baxter

Alone we are born
and die alone;
Yet see the red-gold cirrus
over snow-mountain shine.

Upon the upland road
Ride easy, stranger:
Surrender to the sky
Your heart of anger.

3 comments:

  1. We are Not born alone : we're tied to our mother, for christ sake: I have no heart of anger : j.k.b. is just being dramatic, as the little brilliant boy is entitled to do . Cheers the jimbo

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  2. Nor do we die alone. Our guides are always with us, as are our ancestors.

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  3. Nevertheless, this is a spiritual poem.

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