Think how it wakes the seeds,--
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides,
full-nerved--still warm--too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
[Wilfred Owen]
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1 comment:
yes, i wonder too - why are things the way they are?
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