Pastorale
The little girl sits in the top of a tree.
The little boy tumbles and darts in spurts
like a Jumping Jack all over the field’s bright
green. His boots leave little swamps
where water rises through the flattened weeds.
like a Jumping Jack all over the field’s bright
green. His boots leave little swamps
where water rises through the flattened weeds.
He’s running now all zigzag and silly
like a puppy. He falls over, rolls, comes up wet
and muddy, he spits. They put him on a long lead.
It slows him down. Now he walks into lamp-posts.
like a puppy. He falls over, rolls, comes up wet
and muddy, he spits. They put him on a long lead.
It slows him down. Now he walks into lamp-posts.
Forty years, my love, it’s taken me to see you,
to turn my dark face down to your shy fury.
to turn my dark face down to your shy fury.
