(Dedicated to Stephen Crane) The Mountain under the marble Moonspeaks to that blind assassin whose cold shards impingeupon a brave rider’s heart, and asks: “Why dost thou not strike a flamefrom off thy flinty eyes and lend a lightto this lost child that wends through thicketsof devils to reach the gardens of her gods?” “Fool!” […]

The Mountain, the Moon, and the Rider