The Forest in Stone
Sing, Muse, of the place where the mortal and the god once kissedβKarnak, the chosen seat of Amun, lord of the invisible breath,Where the east bank of Thebes grew heavy with glory like a lifted fist,And the Nile itself bowed low, remembering the promise of deathOutdone by pillars. For what man could carve a forest from stoneAnd call it a hall? What hand could raise a mountain, then walkβ¦
















