One more little lyric from this book,
and then I'm going to read a few recent poems as yet uncollected
for you.
Some of which I haven't read before.
This one is called "Lying Now in the New Grass."
"Lying now in the new grass.
The wind falls.
The fields fold in upon each other like wings
on a sleeping insect.
The house, heavy with the day's sweat,
sighs beneath the hand of dusk.
All things sleep.
Lilac, iris, bracken, windmill, and anvil.
The stones which dream of moss.
The cold stars in endless heaven.
Now may all rutting lovers under this lace of leaves
lie down in comfort.
Let them not hear the dew form over the pastures,
nor foresee its sharp hooves in the loam.
May the plow of night pass over them."