… a world of birds and ponds, <br />this world <br />of camphor-scented glades, a new one <br />in morning flames beyond each one <br />my soul comes and inquires within, <br /> <br />one with showers of light spotting the sea’s nameless floors, <br />nameless glades, full of chatter, <br />colored roots, great cats loping in retreat, <br />big-eyed dogs licking and shameless, <br /> <br />and never the solitaire hand of money-making, <br />the forcing plow before the money-shire, <br />the clink of scheming, the cuss of sweat, <br /> <br />but a world that washes, cools, christens with scent, <br />a world of life farmed with the seeds of death, <br />a world that refreshes the music I had thought was psalms …<br /><br />Edward Wright Haile<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-world-without-people/
