All the voices of the wood called “Muriel!” <br />but it was soon solved; it was nothing, it was not for me. <br />The words were a little like Mortal and More and Endure <br />And a world like Real , a sound like Health or Hell. <br />Then I saw what the calling was : it was the road I traveled, <br /> the clear <br />time and these colors of orchards, gold behind gold and the full <br />shadow begin each tree and behind each slope. Not to me <br />the calling, but to anyone and at last I saw : where <br />the road lay through sunlight and many voices and the marvel <br />orchards, not for me, not for me, not for me. <br />I cam into my clear being; uncalled, alive, and sure. <br />Nothing was speaking to me, but I offered and all was well. <br /> <br />And I arrived at the powerful green hill.<br /><br />Muriel Rukeyser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/then-i-saw-what-the-calling-was/
