In the youth of summer
The hills of Cualann
Are two golden horns,
Two breasts of childing,
Two tents of light

In the ancient winter
They are two rusted swords,
Two waves of darkness,
Two moons of ice.

(C) Joseph Campbell
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Joseph Campbell

• On Waking
• The Blind Man At The Fair
• The Hills Of Cualann