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- Like antlers, like veins in the brain, the birches
- Mark patterns of mind on the red winter sky;
- ‘I am thought of all plants’, says the Green Man,
- ‘I am thought of all plants’, says he.
- The hungry birds harry the last berries of rowan
- But white is her bark in the darkness of rain;
- ‘I rise with the sap’, says the Green Man,
- ‘I rise with the sap’, says he.
- The ashes are clashing their bows like sword-dancers
- Their black buds are tracing wild faces in the clouds;
- ‘I come with the wind’, says the Green Man.
- ‘I come with the wind’, says he.
- The alders are rattling as though ready for battle
- Guarding the grove where she waits for her lover;
- ‘I burn with desire’, says the Green Man,
- ‘I burn with desire’, says he.
- In and out of the yellowing wands of the willow
- The pollen-bright bees are plundering the catkins;
- ‘I am honey of love’, says the Green Man,
- ‘I am honey of love’, says he.
- The hedges of quick are thick will May blossom
- As the dancers advance on their leaf-covered king;
- ‘It’s off with my head’, says the Green Man,
- ‘It’s off with my head’, says he.
- Green Man becomes grown man in flames of the oak
- As its crown forms its mask and its leafage his features;
- ‘I speak through the oak’, says the Green Man,
- ‘I speak through the oak’, says he.
- The holly is flowering as hay fields are rolling
- Their gleaming long grasses like waves of the sea;
- ‘I shine with the sun’, says the Green Man,
- ‘I shine with the sun’, says he.
- The hazels are rocking the cups with their nuts
- As the harvesters shout when the last leaf is cut;
- ‘I swim with the salmon’, says the Green Man,
- ‘I swim with the salmon’, says he.
- The globes of the grapes are robing with bloom
- Like the hazes of autumn, like the Milky Way’s stardust;
- ‘I am crushed for your drink’, says the Green Man,
- ‘I am crushed for your drink’, says he.
- The aspen drops silver on leaves of earth’s salver
- And the poplars shed gold on the young ivy flower heads;
- ‘I have paid for your pleasure’, says the Green Man,
- ‘I have paid for your pleasure’, says he.
- The reed beds are flanking in silence the islands
- Where meditates Wisdom as she waits and waits;
- ‘I have kept her secret’, says the Green Man,
- ‘I have kept her secret’, says he.
- The bark of the elder makes whistles for children
- To call to the deer as they rove over the snow;
- ‘I am born in the dark’, says the Green Man,
- ‘I am born in the dark’, says he.
- @c2a6be19
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