Spade, Beautiful Spade Poem by Diana van den Berg

Spade, Beautiful Spade



Oh, the cold, hard weight
and the precision
and the rhythm
of the swing
and the dry-earth crash
crash
crash

... and the pauses...
... leaning...
... catching clean-earth breath...
... surveying...

and the comforting, muscle, memory rewards

(7 November 2005)

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Diana van den Berg

Diana van den Berg

Durban, South Africa
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