The Earth Is Full Of Sap Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Earth is full of sap
as mother with milk in breasts
but the sick child is waning
and the birth joy is fading
fading
fading

there is a play
that was acted and
now is over.

the distances from Saint Anne's Way
they grow and grow
and stop not ever
to grow:
the universe's just extending
Hubble is smiling.

whirl the film
the filmy-eyed
the half asleep be half awake
the Earth top around
be humming
and in the backlash of the crowds
of wave on wave
the cowing flights are brimming
the night
I saw it go down the fast glade
where trees in the small wood
coppice by coppice
they were clustering
for it was frosty-chill
and mists of snow flakes
white
all circled round from
the nether valley.