Village - Woods Poem by Oliver .........

It seems some one's behind
Them like transfigured fore-father,
Drawing darkness, when school-kids
Are back home and boon of sun
Is no longer with the cooling earth!

No one sings on, gloom decends;
garrulity is not evergreen
In the shade of a wild-jack;
complexity is overwhelming
As though returning memories.

Paths are not at all seen
By them who soar to air
As dreams breed in the peripheral homes.
Haven't we destroyed her farms
Her virginity, her treasure
And turned her to a weeping
Woman to her master?

It seems the poison's coming
To fall out, dripping to valleys
In the darkness; she turns
Away her face to darkness;
All previous glories she forsakes,
All prizes in seasons she abandons!

It seems she stopped crying
Turning to an abandoned home
In the wake of curses; she stoops
To her own nakedness, the final reality!