A Milkweed <br /> <br />Anonymous as cherubs <br />Over the crib of God, <br />White seeds are floating <br />Out of my burst pod. <br />What power had I <br />Before I learned to yield? <br />Shatter me, great wind: <br />I shall possess the field. <br /> <br />A Stone <br /> <br />As casual as cow-dung <br />Under the crib of God, <br />I lie where chance would have me, <br />Up to the ears in sod. <br />Why should I move? To move <br />Befits a light desire. <br />The sill of Heaven would founder, <br />Did such as I aspire.<br /><br />Richard Wilbur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-voices-in-a-meadow/
