Veritas sequitur ... <br /> <br />In the small beauty of the forest <br />The wild deer bedding down— <br />That they are there! <br /> <br />Their eyes <br />Effortless, the soft lips <br />Nuzzle and the alien small teeth <br />Tear at the grass <br /> <br />The roots of it <br />Dangle from their mouths <br />Scattering earth in the strange woods. <br />They who are there. <br /> <br />Their paths <br />Nibbled thru the fields, the leaves that shade them <br />Hang in the distances <br />Of sun <br /> <br />The small nouns <br />Crying faith <br />In this in which the wild deer <br />Startle, and stare out.<br /><br />George Oppen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-28/
