I listen and lookunder the sun's brass and even
into the moonlight, but I can't hearanything, I can't see anything --not the pale roots digging down, nor the greenstalks muscling up,
nor the leaves
deepening their damp pleats,nor the tassels making,
nor the shucks, nor the cobs.
every day,the leafy fields
grow taller and thicker --green gowns lofting up in the night,
showered with silk.And so, every summer,
I fail as a witness, seeing nothing --I am deaf too
to the tick of the leaves,the tapping of downwardness from the banyan feet --all of it
beyond any seeable proof, or hearable hum.And, therefore, let the immeasurable come.
Let the unknowable touch the buckle of my spine.
Let the wind turn in the trees,
and the mystery hidden in the dirtswing through the air.
How could I look at anything in this world
and tremble, and grip my hands over my heart?
What should I fear?One morning
in the leafy green ocean
the honeycomb of the corn's beautiful body
is sure to be there.
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