stars wink out and still the moment
lingers till we waken omen
sing aloud what dark worlds foment
bring along a new disaster
then will we with all we ask
renew our lives with tender laughter
shake the plan in newer tasks
with plough our able hands allow
the fields we planted once in blood
to bear new fruit that will withstand
an age beyond this age�s flood
choose and find in this of all
new furrows and a deeper fall
newer forms to hold upon
and let the hand apall
poetry i. main