Salient: An Organ of Student Opinion at Victoria College, Wellington, N.Z. Vol. 12, No. 2, March 16th, 1949.
There is a Mountain
There is a Mountain
There is a mountain
brooding
like an old man on his back,
his onetime stern brows
outlined
against a blossoming nightfall—
his pot-belly swollen grotesquely
with a for tree in his navel . . .
(Never see clefts,
only shadows
on flatness
as depths . . .)
The crimson clouds slowly strang
across the darkening blue shell
—suddenly disappearing
behind a thick sheet
that is the night.
The mountain slowly changes,
becoming an unbounded mass
without lines to persist
into disintegration,
disappearing
into its own background
and my thought . . .
—Ralph Unger'