“Now I am given
a taste of the grey foretold by all and sundry,
a grey both heavy and chill. I’ve boasted I would not care,
I’m London-born. And I won’t. I’ll dig in,
into my days, having come here to live, not to visit.
Gray is the price
of neighboring with eagles, of knowing
a mountain’s vast presence, seen or unseen.
from “Settling” by Levertov