• Childhood’s Retreat



    It’s in the perilous boughs of the tree
    out of blue sky the wind
    sings loudest surrounding me.

    And solitude, a wild solitude
    ’s reveald, fearfully, high I’d climb
    into the shaking uncertainties,

    part out of longing, part daring my self,
    part to see that
    widening of the world, part

    to find my own, my secret
    hiding sense and place, where from afar
    all voices and scenes come back

    —the barking of a dog, autumnal burnings,
    far calls, close calls— the boy I was
    calls out to me
    here the man where I am “Look!

    I’ve been where you
    most fear to be.”

    - Robert Duncan

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