O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting
fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked
thee
has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy
beauty .how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and
buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
(but
true
to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover
thou answerest
them only with
spring)
Haven’t seen e.e.’s poetry for a while — nice !Here in northern Calif. I’m just planting my fall kale and other brassicas for winter/spring harvest in my suburban fenced backyard. This part of my yard will be all edibles within a garden railroad. Unlike most gardeners, I particularly desire small leafed vegetables and fruit trees to keep the vegetation in scale with the G-scale (approx. 1: 24) trains and buildings. Imagine Kentucky Wonder pole beans climbing a suspension bridge. Peas climb the trestle. A carrot-top forest flanks shrubby parsley trees in a park of thyme lawn.