Weft
and warp the winding river
Weaves
a sky-glass mirror wide
Where
broken reeds in woeful frolic dance
And
all of nature is a song field
Happy
singing softly low
Hush
waves sift across the shallows
Humming
pebbles flow
In
my mind I know no resting
See
the country torment side
Burdened
down with woeful pity
Watching
sorrow crease their smiles
In
the heaving night I lie awake
I
lie awake and think of green of day
When
I with you through fields will wander
Our
love we must not squander away
Away
dull cares and lift the heavy shield
That
guards my ears and eyes
I
want to live, to breathe, to love
Far
from my captive sighs
Malcolm
Evison
(a
rediscovered fragment of a poem I was working on circa 1966 – no
prize for guessing the poet to whom it was indebted)
