LOUDLY DAWNING
(ancient)
Like a crustacean just struggling to talk,
('it can't be don't, shan't be, won't'),
I meander through some shaded
glen thinking of nothing but past
motives. The tree indicates the wren,
the old, idle barnyard shows where
things once were. Down on its wheels,
the tired hayrick bears the scars of
many a wandering struggle through
fields and acres of grass. On the
side of the milk-room, the bent
pail still leaks. Everything takes
its form and nothing else speaks:
only the shape of things, wrapped
by light, casting hard shadows,
dwindling to a moment
before all things have
gone away.
(ancient)
Like a crustacean just struggling to talk,
('it can't be don't, shan't be, won't'),
I meander through some shaded
glen thinking of nothing but past
motives. The tree indicates the wren,
the old, idle barnyard shows where
things once were. Down on its wheels,
the tired hayrick bears the scars of
many a wandering struggle through
fields and acres of grass. On the
side of the milk-room, the bent
pail still leaks. Everything takes
its form and nothing else speaks:
only the shape of things, wrapped
by light, casting hard shadows,
dwindling to a moment
before all things have
gone away.
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