The Hills of Cualann
In the youth of summer The hills of Cualann Are two golden horns, Two breasts of childing, Two tents of light.
In the age of winter They are two rusted swords, Two waves of darkness. Two moons of ice.
Joseph Campbell
In the youth of summer The hills of Cualann Are two golden horns, Two breasts of childing, Two tents of light.
In the age of winter They are two rusted swords, Two waves of darkness. Two moons of ice.
In a few quick images, Joseph Campbell turns the same landscape into two completely different emotional worlds. The first stanza belongs to summer and youth. The hills of Cualann appear soft, fertile, and radiant: golden horns, a nursing mother’s breasts, tents of light.
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