I have made a wish that my memory and name

Might last in three times as many hearts

As my friend cut J. H. carefully the same

On three western mountain tops. He told me.

Surely nine remembering friends would hold me.

Far from windows and his work he climbed,

Taking me up blue rock, blue mind, and snow,

Though then I sat here warm, trimmed, timed.

Oh, he cut other names because he loved them,

Three times over, because he believed them.

Given a symbol, this three-times-rock-cut

Name on three mountain-tops, I turn and turn

It in dark, light; good, ill, How could I not

Examine what honor in myself translated

Would so in stone and for so long be stated?

I am in good company, he and I know that.

Do what we may now, the names are there

To be frozen, howled at, bouldered, God knows what,

But together. Let them stand. I told him sun on us

Will keep warm for a long time the love in us.