søndag 16. februar 2014

Half Moon or... Moon goes through the water. How peaceable the sky is ! Slowly going gathering old tremors from the river while a young frog takes her for a tiny mirror.


High up on the mountain
a little green tree

& a shepherd who comes
& a shepherd who goes.

Sleepy old apple trees
going down the warm valley

& a shepherd who comes
& a shepherd who goes.

Not white ewes nor a dog
nor a sheep-hook nor love

for the shepherd who goes.

Like a shadow in gold
you dissolve in the wheat

You shepherd who comes.

And

The earth was yellow.

Catch as catch can,
little shepherd man.

Not a white moon, no
not a star aglow.

Catch as catch can,
little shepherd man.

Brown grape-picking woman
get tears from the vine.


Catch as catch can,
little shepherd man.


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