It’s in the perilous boughs of the tree <br />out of blue sky the wind <br />sings loudest surrounding me. <br /> <br />And solitude, a wild solitude <br />’s reveald, fearfully, high I’d climb <br />into the shaking uncertainties, <br /> <br />part out of longing, part daring my self, <br />part to see that <br />widening of the world, part <br /> <br />to find my own, my secret <br />hiding sense and place, where from afar <br />all voices and scenes come back <br /> <br />—the barking of a dog, autumnal burnings, <br />far calls, close calls— the boy I was <br />calls out to me <br />here the man where I am “Look! <br /> <br />I’ve been where you <br />most fear to be.”<br /><br />Robert Duncan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/childhood-s-retreat/
