I can imagine, in some otherworld |
Primeval-dumb, far back |
In that most awful stillness, that only
gasped and hummed, |
Humming-birds raced down the avenues.
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Before anything had a soul, |
While life was a heave of Matter, half
inanimate, |
This little bit chipped off in
brilliance |
And went whizzing through the slow,
vast, succulent stems.
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I believe there were no flowers, then, |
In the world where the humming-bird
flashed ahead of creation. |
I believe he pierced the slow vegetable
veins with his long beak.
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Probably he was big |
As mosses, and little lizards, they say
were once big. |
Probably he was a jabbing, terrifying
monster. |
We look at him through the wrong end of
the long telescope of Time, |
Luckily for us.
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D.H.
Lawrence |
Classic Poems |
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