Come, thrust your hands in the warm earth
And feel her strength through all your veins;
Breathe her full odors, taste her mouth,
Which laughs away imagined pains;
Send vengeance on these Oreads
Water ruffled and speckled by galloping wind
Which puffs and spurts it into tiny pashing breaks
Dashed with lemon-yellow afternoon sunlight.
The shining of the sun upon the water
Like a gondola of green scented fruits
Drifting along the dark canals of Venice,
The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood
Put me out of love with God.
Four days the earth was rent and torn
By bursting steel,
The houses fell about us;
Three nights we dared not sleep,
Why do you always stand there shivering
Between the white stream and the road?
The people pass through the dust
How could I love you more?
I would give up
Even that beauty I have loved too well
That I might love you better.
I turn the page and read:
"I dream of silent verses where the rhyme
Glides noiseless as an oar."
The heavy musty air, the black desks,