The Red Son Analysis

I love your faces I saw the many years

I drank your milk and filled my mouth

With your home talk, slept in your house

And was one of you.But a fire burns in my heart.

Under the ribs where pulses thud

And flitting between bones of skull

Is the push, the endless mysterious command,Saying:

"I leave you behind--

You for the little hills and the years all alike,

You with your patient cows and old houses

Protected from the rain,

I am going away and I never come back to you;

Crags and high rough places call me,

Great places of death

Where men go empty handed

And pass over smiling

To the star-drift on the horizon rim.

My last whisper shall be alone, unknown;

I shall go to the city and fight against it,

And make it give me passwords

Of luck and love, women worth dying for,

And money.I go where you wist not ofNor I nor any man nor woman.I only know I go to stormsGrappling against things wet and naked."

There is no pity of it and no blame.

None of us is in the wrong.

After all it is only this:You for the little hills and I go away.

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