Sinners
The big mountains sit still in the afternoon light Shadows in their lap; The bees roll round in the wild-thyme with delight. We sitting here among the cranberries So still in the gap Of rock, distilling our memories Are sinners! Strange! The bee that blunders Against me goes off with a laugh. A squirrel cocks his head on the fence, and wonders What about sin? - For, it seems The mountains have No shadow of us on their snowy forehead of dreams As they ought to have. They rise above us Dreaming For ever. One even might think that they love us. Little red cranberries cheek to cheek, Two great dragon-flies wrestling; You, with your forehead nestling Against me, and bright peak shining to peak - There's a love-song for you! - Ah, if only There were no teeming Swarms of mankind in the world, and we were less lonely! MAYRHOFEN
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"The big mountains sit still in the afternoon light..."
Exploring the themes of classic, D. H. Lawrence (David Herbert Richards) delivers a powerful performance in "Sinners"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...