I am the Reaper
I am the Reaper.
All things with heedful hook
Silent I gather.
Pale roses touched with the spring,
Tall corn in summer,
Fruits rich with autumn, and frail winter blossoms—
Reaping, still reaping—
All things with heedful hook
Timely I gather.
I am the Sower.
All the unbodied life
Runs through my seed-sheet.
Atom with atom wed,
Each quickening the other,
Fall through my hands, ever changing, still changeless.
Ceaselessly sowing,
Life, incorruptible life,
Flows from my seed-sheet.
Maker and breaker,
I am the ebb and the flood,
Here and Hereafter,
Sped through the tangle and coil
Of infinite nature,
Viewless and soundless I fashion all being.
Taker and giver,
I am the womb and the grave,
The Now and the Ever
5 comments:
Thank you for sharing these poems. Each that I have read is very deep and thought-provoking.
Mary
i found them looking for something else and was drawn in
oooh...i like that..
I was going to say that is a lovely poem. It is, it is thought-provoking, but for me, today, it was a real upset.
It's beautiful. Very well written with a nice rhythm in the words as you read them. It is so true about life, though, isn't it? The sower and the reaper and what he reaps is not only death. It's also about the continuation of life.
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