Cicadas blur the ear as the blue heat haze blurs the eye Fulfillment is a word known to be lucky and hence not nice or perhaps a shade absurd Wise folk avoid it though they may speak of days of changing tension Softly the hayfields rise in the seedtime's changing browns and rusts to the green mountain where the farthest crests blur in purple boundaries like the child's outreaching perceptions and fall back in media gloria like the folds of the woman's experience The redwings the meadowlarks the treeswallows zoom in the warmth small and sudden pleasant interconnections uniting all this knowledge with the earth. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAGNETIC MOUNTAIN: 32 by CECIL DAY LEWIS HYSTERIA by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT THE KISS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR SONG [WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1732] by GEORGE LYTTELTON A FAREWELL TO LONDON IN THE YEAR 1715 by ALEXANDER POPE SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 28. WATERLOO by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |