Yvor Winters

(1900 - 1968 / United States)

Two Songs of Advent


I

On the desert, between pale mountains, out cries --
Far whispers creeping through an ancient shell.

II

Coyote, on delicate mocking feet,
Hovers down the canyon, among the mountains,
His voice running wild in the wind's valleys.

Listen! Listen! for I enter now your thought.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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