~Poem

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I want to learn the names of this place
I want to hear the name–song
Present in every step
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I want to see the land through this stone
I want to see with true–sight
Underneath my eyelids

Can you speak me the curves of that hill?
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The colours of that breeze?
Everything between the spectrum?

Can you paint me the songs in that flame?
The hidden water lines?
Everything heard and felt?
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The land can teach these placenames
Sing the songs
Paint the pictures
Write the poems
The land can speak
And I can listen.
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by Oliver Hunter
Art by Edward Robert Hughes, circa 1895