The mountain he flew over did not want him,
Loose with age, the shaggy cliffs looked down
While webbed in fire the angel’s right was lent him
To pass the mighty without fear and frown.
Wanting no lover, being alive sufficed
To see death powerless in the waste of snow.
The helmeted brain knew mastery and faced
All hate quiescent in the earth below.
Time rested on his wrist, while he ignored
Designs created in a loveless room,
That waiting round the aerodrome he neared
Could rescue no one lonely with his doom.
His walking sprung with moss, he stands
Minute beside the hard and polished trees,
Hearing how a bird-call whips the cliffs and winds
The rocks to clasp no mercy at their knees.
(Geoffrey Dutton)
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