On the Heath
White humours veining Earth
the lymphic winds of Spring
veil an early morning
when on the hill
men in cool sleeves dig the soil,
turning the loam or acrid manure
with forks that clink on stones.
Silently horses speed on the sandy track.
Lithe in white sweaters
two runners lean against a fountain.
the lymphic winds of Spring
veil an early morning
when on the hill
men in cool sleeves dig the soil,
turning the loam or acrid manure
with forks that clink on stones.
Silently horses speed on the sandy track.
Lithe in white sweaters
two runners lean against a fountain.
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