Growth (verse)
Higgins, John Lee
Qrowth All winter bits of fog and rain Watered the earth; and sunken snows Made runnels to the tangled roots, While beetles, moles and purple worms Were dry and rusting in their holes. But now...
...John Lee Higgins...
...And elfin miners in the ground Climb up the ladders of the earth With buckets filled, and crocus buds Are dumped in gold heaps on the grass...
...The swollen bulb and burgeoned shoot, With folded rainbows in their sheaths, Shoulder away the walls of dirt, And pierce a shaft of light and winds...
...But now the small inhabitants Within the under cosmos stir, Awakened by a beaten gong, Alarmed by sudden pains of birth...
Vol. 12 • August 1930 • No. 14
