LIKE CALLS TO LIKE
For Howard Dietz
Like calls to like; the high stars sing for me,
The harsh rude breezes speak to me alone;
I hear the voices of the hill and sea;
I talk with them, in language all our own.
The harsh rude breezes speak to me alone;
I hear the voices of the hill and sea;
I talk with them, in language all our own.
Over the fields of heaven the stars are sown,
Vast shining ones, who fling their melody
To those whose ears can catch the brave clear tone—
Like calls to like; the high stars sing for me.
Vast shining ones, who fling their melody
To those whose ears can catch the brave clear tone—
Like calls to like; the high stars sing for me.
Stirred by the whirling stars, wild-tongued and free,
The winds out of the far sky-realms are blown,
Chanting their boisterous rebel litany;
The harsh rude breezes speak to me alone.
The winds out of the far sky-realms are blown,
Chanting their boisterous rebel litany;
The harsh rude breezes speak to me alone.
And as they pass, voices of clod and stone
Come humbly; and of meadows, where the bee
Hums, and the toadstool lifts its tiny throne;
I hear the voices of the hill and sea.
Come humbly; and of meadows, where the bee
Hums, and the toadstool lifts its tiny throne;
I hear the voices of the hill and sea.
I greet, and take the greeting, of the tree;
And men—the eager child, the shriveled crone,
And men—the eager child, the shriveled crone,
