In a beautiful,
Divinely desolate,
Limpidly lonely,
Canyon - where the Spirit meets the man -
The wind mournfully blows
As it plays with the rocks and trees
It alone so intimately knows.
Utah uniqueness,
Hypaethral happiness...
A place far different from all the rest,
A place filled with the ardor
Of a deeply spiritual quest.
Sun by day,
Moon by night
In here reflect
Beauty so bright;
From beyond the ledge on high
A hawk soars down - lucent epiphany -
God stands here...
For this is holy ground.
-Only a few,
This wilderness wonder,
Are allowed to see;
Thank God
One of them
Has been me, standing here at
Heaven's door,
In Utah, aught-four.
' Always I shall be one who loves the wilderness:
Swaggers and softly creeps between the mountain peaks;
... I shall sing my song above the shriek of desert winds. ' - Everett Ruess.
You taught me a new word: hypaethral hy·pe·thral /hiˈpēTHrəl/ adjective adjective: hypaethral (of a classical building) having no roof; open to the sky. " the hypethral temple"
Smoky, another great poem! Hank Beuning told me about this one, and what a find it is! Another ten, and another poem on to my favorites list! I had never heard of Everett Ruess before, so I googled him, and what a fascinating story that is! Wow! Thank you so much for posting this!
Smoky, grand poem! ! I love the line - A place far different from all the rest.. To My Poem List.
God it feels as if I am there watching that hawk soar. I just love this very descriptive poem. I can see it through your eyes. Absolutely great write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Only one misspelled word needs fixing: line 2: divinely