Foreign Countries α Sifting through Great Sand Dunes in the mountain’s shadow searching for sea shells is as fruitless as dwelling on your past β Sea fog hides a great ship elegant as a swan slowly parting the mist with its prow the journey shrouded γ I once called the rocks by their names clouds too but they changed no longer answering δ Voices of other times cannot be heard waiting for no one immune even to conjuring [revised from an earlier post on OAF]
I like this stanza: I once called the rocks by their names clouds too but they changed no longer answering
