Fodder Wing
By John Clare Stokes
Few there are and far between the Fodder Wings
Those with whom heaven and nature sings
As Blake conversing with Ezekiel beneath the tree
Or communing with the critters as did Assisi.
Who hear Sandhills and long to fly
Stuffing sleeves with hay from barn lofts touching sky
Misunderstood seers scolded yet loved for the leap
Limping alongside Yearlings in the piney woods deep
The eyes of perception clear as the Juniper Run
Everything temporal appearing in the Infinite One
Little John's upon Patmos Hammocks caught in the spirit
As beside in shade the signifying Angel sits
Naming the creatures passing through the earthly paradise
From ole Slewfoot to the spotted Flag, knowing all
Heaven and nature as One in a Fodder Wings life
As from hay lofts high soar the strands of straw.
Painting by NC Wyeth
The Burial of Fodder Wing
From the book by Marjorie Rawlings
The Yearling
No comments:
Post a Comment