Before you should lose me and cover me forever with loamy earth, seek a pleasant, blessed day, a pleasant day that lasts from morning to dusk: draw me from the bedchambers of anger into your Pentecostal fields, draw me from the scenes of deceitful games and the usual bloodsheds into the thistles, let my troubles gurgle in the sky's dikes, and let me eat wild sorrel, not meat, that day, and cherries and air, and let the birds drum on black bark again; my eardrum wants to rejoice, my eye wants to shine through sealed pheasant eggs, for even though I love your houses that lean against the sky, your lamps that move in the dark, drifting away like motorboats, my life will end there, where the locust leaves lie on the ground, the ant forecasts earthquakes and, dipped in the forest at the village fringe, I may belong to the wild again, I may be the eyeball amplifying the drippings of the sap. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNSEIL TO A BACHELER by MARIANNE MOORE ELEGIAC SONNET: 4. TO THE MOON by CHARLOTTE SMITH THE CARPENTER by AMY BRUNER ALMY LAPLAND by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE HARES; A FABLE by JAMES BEATTIE THE SECOND BROTHER; ACT 1, SCENE 1 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE DESERT WIND by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |