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When Words Were Young

When words were young and language born
And thoughts from substance new were torn
From landscape scattered in random thrust,
In mirky shadow on craggy crust,
Where dew dripped life in early morn
And darkness fled at the sound of horn.

Figures emerge among fields of corn,
Berries and grasses, warm cloth shorn
From sheep and wolf who could not trust
     When words were young.

The object of the chase adorn
First speech, where food and cloth were worn
Like jewelled nouns, before the lust
Of action, and man first cussed
     When words were young.

 

 

© 2003 Thomas A. Ekkens