The Man with the Blue Guitar XXI

A substitute for all the gods:

This self, not that gold self aloft.

Alone, one’s shadow magnified.

Lord of the body, looking down.

As now and called most high,

The shadow of Chocorua

In an immenser heaven, aloft,

Alone, lord of the land and lord

Of the men that live in the land, high lord.

One’s self and the mountains of one’s land,

Without shadows, without magnificence,

The flesh, the bone, the dirt, the stone.