Purple Anteater

IO (extrait)

Ceres (extrait)

FAITHFUL SEASON

I see the grass shake in the sun for leagues on either hand,	
I see a river loop and run about a treeless land	
An empty plain, a steely pond, a distance diamond-clear,	
And low blue naked hills beyond. And what is that to fear?

My faithful seasons robe the year in silver and in gold.

I hear the summer storm outblown
I hear the hard trail telephone
I hear the horns of Autumn blow
I hear the hush before the snow.

Go softly by that river-side or, when you would depart,
You’ll find its every winding tied and knotted round your heart.	
Be wary as the seasons pass, or you may ne’er outrun	
The wind that sets that yellowed grass a-shiver ’neath the Sun.

My faithful seasons robe the year in silver and in gold.

I hear the summer storm outblown
I hear the hard trail telephone
I hear the horns of Autumn blow
I hear the hush before the snow.


Rudyard Kipling,  The prairie


01 Faithful Season

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