First Valley
And from the first ship, over the first sea, man came to the first valley,
Furled his sails, shipped his oars, drew the long dark prow against the sand,
Followed the hills' curve, turning away from the perilous waters,
And on a sunny slope planted his vine, and raised his roof in a sheltered land.
Ages pass and the winds of time scatter his sons and daughters
To a wider earth, under cold stars, to a life where the past is undone.
Can they forget what they have not known? Or whence this strange yearning,
Seeing pale olives, the terraced vineyards, the flat red roofs in the sun?
Furled his sails, shipped his oars, drew the long dark prow against the sand,
Followed the hills' curve, turning away from the perilous waters,
And on a sunny slope planted his vine, and raised his roof in a sheltered land.
Ages pass and the winds of time scatter his sons and daughters
To a wider earth, under cold stars, to a life where the past is undone.
Can they forget what they have not known? Or whence this strange yearning,
Seeing pale olives, the terraced vineyards, the flat red roofs in the sun?
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