Blue remembered hills

molehills

In Radnorshire, moles riot under sheep-stripped hills.

We shouldn’t leave the job of loving the earth to the mole.
— Dulce María Loynaz

Brynawel

Into my heart an air that kills
  From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
  What spires, what farms are those?

That is the land of lost content,
  I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
  And cannot come again.

— A. E. Housman A Shropshire Lad XL

Date

February 5, 2022

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