"Open Secret."
"Perhaps, one day, I shall let myself approach the mountain,
hear the streams which must flow down it,
lie in a flowering meadow even touch my hand to the snow.
Perhaps not.
I have no longing to do so.
I have visited other mountain heights.
This one is not, I think, to be known by close scrutiny,
by touch or foot or hand or entire outstretched body,
not by any familiarity of behavior,
any acquaintance with its geology or the scarring roads
humans have carved in its flanks.
This mountain's power lies in the open secret
of its remote apparition, silvery, low relief
coming and going moonlike at the horizon, always loftier,
lonelier than I ever remember."