This is the Book of the Earth, the field of grass flourishing. the plant that provides, Corn This is the Book of the Provider. -from "For the Lover," |
Under Your Milky-Way
And slow revolving Bear
Frogs from the Alder-Thicket pray
In terror of the Judgment Day
Loud with repentance there.The log they crowned as King
Grew sodden, lurched, and sank.
Dark waters bubble from the spring.
An owl floats by on silent wing.
They invoke You from each bank.At dawn, You shall appear,
A gaunt, red-wattled crane.
She whom they know too well for fear,
Lunging Your beak down like a spear
To fetch them home again.-Robert Graves