The rhythms of the earth are never still:
\nthe frantic pre-dawn anthem of the birds,
\nthe heat-inspired cicadas’ single words
\nand fossils keep their records without will.<\/p>\n
The waves that lap in summer never still,
\nand summer without autumn is absurd;
\nand moon and sun pursue and time recurs
\nand lungs and hearts reply and will until<\/p>\n
the ancient mighty summons has its way
\nand as an eyelid shutters for an instant
\nso winks and shrinks all this to a single atom<\/p>\n
And then as if the sun rose for the day
\nit all begins a mighty bawling infant:
\nthen starts again like a mighty calf to fatten.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Yes, it’s a Petrarchan sonnet and a bit dense in both senses of the word. (#920) Continue reading