Pastoral

Huge upon the hazy plain
Where bloom the momentary trees
Where blows immensely round their knees
The grass that fades to air again

Slow and solemn in the night
Beneath the slender pole by pole
That lift above their reach the sole
Enormous melons of the light

Still sweating from the deep ravines
Where rot within the buried wood
The bones of Time that are their food
Graze the great machines.
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