Since I came to Cold Mountain how many thousand years have passed accepting my fate I fled to the woods to dwell and gaze in freedom no one visits the cliffs forever hidden by clouds soft grass serves as a mattress my quilt is the dark blue sky a boulder makes a fine pillow Heaven and Earth can crumble and change | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO PROMENADES SENTIMENTALES: 1. RAIN by EDITH SITWELL WHERE MY BOOKS GO by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE MAGNETIC MOUNTAIN: 32 by CECIL DAY LEWIS SONGS FOR THE PEOPLE by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER THE GUERRILLA by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |