Sparrow's song on the altar of Psalm 84.3--
September is the cruelest month
If you're a sparrow in the world you need to know:
It brings new worlds of war
At noon its surface bore our boats
where the green hills come to shore.
In the everlasting ways
of the hills of peace and war
where evening hills reflect our feet,
the winds repeat of peace and war,
of the everlasting ways. here
Mysticeti
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