Sunday, 11 March 2018

Living in our Bones

Birds abound the hedges pledged to mountains in their league
All underneath the weight of earth and heaven on our souls
Relieved of but a little joy or sorrow in our steam
Across the heavens spasms, tracts and chapters all the living in our bones
Projected back into the future of the past the Sun
And Moon all the conception of the heavens and the earth
Of every kind of mother and of father flesh and blood
Communication all the story all that lives in words
Perhaps a keyhole in the Birch or in the lurch of Spring
Were not so far behind the Winter or before the Fall
Some comprehension of the whole condition of the Queen or King
And of the crown of every crescent of their Kingdom's calm

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