record translated on Andrew Dun...

record

translated on Andrew Duncan

going to pasture disclosed of oneself at it,
ye to all the knotty and solid grounds,
there, our wandering has finally and of advanced in years become a ridge,
while all the same each hair will count
every blade of grass, painfully, again and again, in his
stooping
to be shorn across the ridge like a textile from one side of to the other a comb,
and far beyond that wings swell hearing;
the furthest hills cros each other now and again,
soon here with the nearest step: as we pointed,
much vanishing and over and above to be made out
in each dip, softly blooming
white to inspect at last between the walls of ...