I want to reap my own fields of their crops

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I want to reap my own fields of their crops

taste the fruit of their growth

control myself whether they rise or fall

keep soil grave or salted and purified

if anything grows I must water the soil with my sweat

sing to sprouts of wild thought

keep the scythe ready for culling the paradox

tame is the field and fertile is the mind

no shoots for pipes or stalks for the syrinx

I want the fields open for the echoes of an idea

bouncing from sheep to sheep

returning in unsteady lowings

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©Abigail Siegel, 2020

MA in Classics: Latin poetry as well as myth and folklore. Writes mostly poetry and book reviews. Part-time Latin tutor: https://latinbyabby.wordpress.com/

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