heavy on me snow the thick thoughts
weighting more the hard-packed doctrine congealed on my breast
lain unmelting since my youth.
the clouds encircle.
i weep my convex glaciers in groans and crashes and silence.
slow and unreversing they slip the long slope away from me
and going gouge base-rock, score and scar,
till remnants of tears dry leaving
matchless fragments at my feet.
i never asked for original snow
but being given why oppressed in ice and lumps
snows and countersnows
strange climactic frenzy.
too high, say the clouds.
a mountain should not be too high
if he will not counter all the storms
till they wear his stature equal to adjacent hills.