All Hallows Poem by Louise Gluck
All Hallows
Even now this landscape is assembling.
The hills darken. The oxen
Sleep in their blue yoke,
The fields having been
Picked clean, the sheaves
Bound evenly and piled at the roadside
Among cinquefoil, as the toothed moon rises:
This is the barrenness
Of harvest or pestilence
And the wife leaning out the window
With her hand extended, as in payment,
And the seeds
Distinct, gold, calling
Come here
Come here, little one
And the soul creeps out of the tree.
And the seeds Distinct, gold, calling Come here Come here, little one And the soul creeps out of the tree......need the seed soul of eternity Need the seed roots of eternity....
The yield of nature, the gift from it, is the harvest or pestilence; the field picked clean and the sheaves and seeds, as the woman calls 'come here, little one'.
Glorifies the scenes of common life and hallows the landscapes of the place....beautiful nature revisited with amazing thoughts.....brilliant peace..10++
Once was fertile the world now nowhere becoming barrenness the womb the landscape full of desert drought the throat of birds t he gigantic abdomen of the ocean full of food poison hemlock- the every roots of the ground venom-the breast of pregnant woman all, everywhere antidotal wood!
Louise has taken nature to another level. " And the soul creeps out of the tree"
This is the barrenness Of harvest or pestilence And the wife leaning out the window With her hand extended, as in payment, very fine poem. tony
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10/31/2024 4:55:51 PM # 1.0.0
Awesome drop! Enjoyed the picture of rural life thoroughly. Loved it.