Improvisation on a First Line by Yeats From Hound Voice Because we love bare hills and stunted trees we head north when we can, past taiga, tundra, rocky shoreline, ice. Where does it come from, this sparse taste of ours? How long did we roam this hardscape, learning by heart all that we used to know: turn skin fur side in, partner with wolves, eat fat, hate waste, carve spirit, respect the snow, build and guard flame? Everything once had a soul, even this clam, this pebble. Each had a secret name. Everything listened. Everything was real, but didn’t always love you. You needed to take care.
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