Nothing
will
ever pass at last to nothingne5S beyond decay
Until the night
is
all, or night
is
known
all
day.
Delmore Schwartz
THE SOWING
By early fall it
will
stand up tall and lithe
Though now you could work it loose from the early spring
Settling into the field under the flung
Soil that will keep it secret and alive.
Anything like a seed
will
almost leap
Out of this good black loam. Well, we have sown
Anything here (recurrently hoping for
The hovering beak, the rock, the sudden thorn).
Passively then, toward shocks the fall will store,
Earth takes the urgent thrust and something burrows
Into the deep promiscuous darkne&<> where
The teeth of worn-out dragons are as fertile
As
young Adonis down the dark aisle gliding–
Something that knows the private shapes for budding
Out of these noncommittal these anonymous furrows.
Virginia Berry
