Even now this landscape is assembling.
The hills darken. The oxen
Sleep in their blue yoke,
The fields having been
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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
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....
Found this poem be chosen as the modern poem for second time. Congratulations.
An amazing presentation. Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem as them poem of the day.
Out of the tree! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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'.
Awesome drop! Enjoyed the picture of rural life thoroughly. Loved it.
Poetic beauty takes me toward wisdom. Well done Louise Gluck.