poem

 After Edna St. Vincent Millay

O Earth I cannot hold you close enough;

the winds born of these wide blue skies,

and mists that roll and rise

upon your mountainsides this very day—

yet again at rest, sublime witness

to gaunt peak high above

awaiting with view of the sea.

O Earth, I cannot get close enough

to your glory known and pursued for this long;

that which stirs a passion to make one burst

with joy and mirth—

my spirit all but out of me in

seeking your embrace.

O Earth, let the Sun burnish your oceans

and numinous orb,

let fall your burning leaves,

let rise your various seeds,

calling every thing—

tame, wild, or in-between.