Landscapes
Running Up That Hill
If I only could, I’d be running up that hill.
If I only could, I’d be running up that hill.
It doesn’t hurt me.
Do you want to feel how it feels?
Do you want to know that it doesn’t hurt me?
Do you want to hear about the deal that I’m making?
You, it’s you and me.
And if I only could,
I’d make a deal with God,
And I’d get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.
If I only could…
Kate Bush ‘Running Up That Hill’
Burning Sky
Parable for Vanished Countries
The mountain was close.
Far. Then closer.
Rivulets of light ran across it.
Lakes were white circles,
then canyons,
then empty eyes.
The sky was a field of burning stones.
It was neither day nor night.
It was jasmine, and fires went out
over my head. The closer I got,
the farther it was.
Rivers pooled like green wax,
and the orchards and vineyards
on its flanks flared
like the wings of a scarlet tanager.
The trees glared like shepherds’ crooks
in the brass light; crows roosted on them,
and the mountain rose into the sky,
until it was a cloud
shimmering in black air.
