The Hills

The hills repass me, the giant hills;

Crossing and recrossing each other like great animals,

Enormous circles closing and widening around me.

Here at the gully's edge I see their bodies

Shutting out the sky, processions of them-

Whither do they journey, whence have they come?

Humped camels, and the bulky rhinoceros,

Between them the sliding leopard,

And beyond again the stone-colored gray of the elephant;

All passing, all silent, touring the horizon,

To the dull music of the sun.

O endless procession, passing and repassing!-

Hunched bodies, and soundless music;

And the undulations, living, animal, against the sky!