The Hills Of Cualann Poem by Joseph Campbell

The Hills Of Cualann



In the youth of summer
The hills of Cualann
Are two golden horns,
Two breasts of childing,
Two tents of light

In the ancient winter
They are two rusted swords,
Two waves of darkness,
Two moons of ice.

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