Free Beings' Song Poem by Clark Ashton Smith

Free Beings' Song



Wild cat, brother of my soul,
be untamed, and without chain;
Don't follow any human path,
And veil yourself in tops and weeds.

Sky hawk, winged fellow,
if not for hunting, never descend;
and as on tower, nest on peaks
That surround turrents' wide moats.

Great owl, nightbird with me,
in a cypresses cavernous cloister
keep hidden secrets
From whom cannot see light in darkness.

Translation by: Ramon Cabrales

Friday, April 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: brother,cat,hunting
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