Farm Animals at Evening
How benignly the night
deepens above dumb beasts, those slow
bodies bowed in their disappearing fields
to the roots of humility. They
nevermind the dark, and them eternity
touches but lightly on the back
with its streamers and grand emerging
geometries of the Zodiac.
To them, for whom there is no time like ours,
only the dumb immediate instant—no
legends and no astronomies—the sun
is already out of mind
forever—and the Universe
a steep dunged moor, tasselled
with silver trefoil and the white moonshine.
By permission of the author.
deepens above dumb beasts, those slow
bodies bowed in their disappearing fields
to the roots of humility. They
nevermind the dark, and them eternity
touches but lightly on the back
with its streamers and grand emerging
geometries of the Zodiac.
To them, for whom there is no time like ours,
only the dumb immediate instant—no
legends and no astronomies—the sun
is already out of mind
forever—and the Universe
a steep dunged moor, tasselled
with silver trefoil and the white moonshine.
By permission of the author.
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