The problems of the spirit endure here Like private geographies harbored within - Western landscapes embossed on the heart. The land outside is ample, but severe - Whole atmospheres of bare buttes and sagebrush, And wide galaxies of long, low ridges: All a world of land, without division. We know the harder truths for what they are. We have the gift of understatement, The spirit kept spare by extremity. In our buildings are set tabernacles Of the sun - little lights, glorious sparks Of freedom as high and broad as the land.