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Search - Wild Earth - A Book Of Verse

Wild Earth A Book Of Verse
Author: Padraic Colum

Sunset and silence A man around him earth savage, earth broken Beside him two horses-a plough Earth savage, earth broken, the brutes, the dawnrnan there in the sunset, And the Plough that is twin to the Sword, that is founder of cities Brute-tamer, plough-maker, earth-breaker Canst hear There are ages between us. Is it praying you are as you sta... more »nd there alone in the sunset Surely our sky-born gods can be naught to you, earth child and earth master Surely your thoughts are of Pan, or of Wotan, or of Dana Yet, why give thought to the gods Has Pan led your brutes where they stumble Has Dana numbed pain of the child-bed, or Wotan put hands to your plough I A What matter your foolish reply 0, man, standing lone and bowed earthward, Your task is a day near its close. Give thanks to the night-giving God Slowly the darkness falls, the broken lands blend with the savage The brute-tamer stands by the brutes, a heads breadth only above them. A heads breadth Ay, but therein is hells depth, and the height up to heaven, And the thrones of the gods and their halls, their chariots, purples and splendours. A DROVER To Meath of the pastures, From wet hills by the sea, Through Leitrim and Longford Go my cattle and me. . I hear in the darkness Their slipping and breathing. I name then1 the bye-ways Theyre to pass without heeding. Then the wet, winding roads, Brown bogs with black water And my thoughts on white ships And the King o Spains daughter. 0 farmer, strong farmer You can spend at the fair But your face you must turn To your crops and your care. And soldiers-red soldiers Youve seen many lands But you walk two by two, And by captains commands. 0 the smell of the beasts, The wet wind in the morn And the proud and hard earth Never broken for corn And the crowds at the fair, The herds loosened and blind, Loud words and dark faces And the wild blood behind. 0 strong men with your best I would strive breast to breast I could quiet your herds With my words, with my words. I will bring you, my kine, Where theres grass to the knee But youll think of scant croppings Harsh with salt of the sea. SEED Stride the hill, sower, Up to the sky-ridge. Flinging the seed, Scattering, exultant Mouthing great rhythms To the long sea beats On the wide-shore, behind The ridge of the hillside. Below in the darkness-The slumber of mothers-The cradles at rest-The fire-seed sleeping Deep in white ashes Give the darkness and sleep 0 sower, 0 seer Give me to the Earth. With the seed I would enter. O the growth thro the silence From strength to new strength Then the strong bursting forth Against primal forces, To laugh in the sunshine, To gladden the world. THE FIRE BRINGER Who will bring the red fire Unto a new hearth Who will lay the wide stone On the waste of the earth Who is fain to begin To build day by day To raise up his house Of the moist, yellow clay Theres clay for the making Moist in the pit, There are horses to trample The rushes thro it. Above where the wild duck Arise up and fly, There one may build To the wind and the sky. There are boughs in the forest To pluck young and green, Oer them thatch of the crop Shall be heavy and clean. I speak unto him Who in dead of the night Sees in the red streaks In the ash deep and white. While around him he hears Men stir in their rest, And stir of the child Who is close to the breast He shall arise, He shall go forth alone. Lay stone on the earth And bring fire to the stone. E SUILIER Im glad to lie on a sack of leaves By a wasted fire and take my ease...

ISBN-13: 9781408641026
ISBN-10: 140864102X
Publication Date: 1/31/2008
Pages: 50
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Book Type: Paperback
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