The peacefulness of unfamiliar landscapes heals an infirm consciousness . . .

The peacefulness of unfamiliar landscapes heals an infirm consciousness.
Only now I’ve learned the value of silence once despised.
The unexpected warmth of a foreign shelter in the Bohemian mountains
(the triumph of far-off distances). The sign of silence is like a gift.
I outline terra incognita onto the motley map
of my lands: the climate, the fauna, the flora, the flow of its rivers . . .
And the waves of these mountains will break apart on the azure shore of the sky, 
and the smoothness of familiar plains will pass forward in the distance.

The peacefulness of unfamiliar landscapes heals an infirm consciousness . . .