I <br />If suddenly a clod of earth should rise, <br />And walk about, and breathe, and speak, and love, <br />How one would tremble, and in what surprise <br />Gasp: 'Can you move?' <br /> <br />I see men walking, and I always feel: <br />'Earth! How have you done this? What can you be?' <br />I can't learn how to know men, or conceal <br />How strange they are to me. <br /> <br />II <br />A flower is looking through the ground, <br />Blinking at the April weather; <br />Now a child has seen the flower: <br />Now they go and play together. <br /> <br />Now is seems the flower will speak, <br />And will call the child its brother -- <br />But, oh strange forgetfulness! -- <br />They don't recognize each other.<br /><br />Harold Monro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-poems-numbers-i-and-x-in-strange-meetings/
