to her lap the incestuous earth
son she bore has ta'en,
other sons she brings to birth
not my friend again.
ancient plowman fell just as he plowed.
His great heart fluttered in the corn row where he lay.
The ox he drove so straight stood dumbly, cowed.
He smelled the loam and leaf meal, the decay.
side black furrows he had made
Rose to embower him there and hover,
By dark earth, where he shortly would be laid,
Caressed...or mocked...by an indifferent lover.
And as he
died, he thought he saw his field
Adance with daisies wild and gay, untared,
No corn rows now, but flowered again and healed,
Wholly without him now, wholly repaired.
violet rioting unbladed,
He saw the end of all his will had dared.
His riven heart faltered then and faded.
He saw at last she never had been shared!
slit to receive him and then closed,
Swift mother that cannot be refused.
Among the flowers no slit remained exposed,
Strange harlot-love that cannot be seduced.