A country walk, 1966
I walked all wreathed in bliss and happy thoughts,
bathed in the pleasant sunshine of the noon,
with grass, a happy carpet for my feet,
the trees were clothed in leaves so rich and thick,
the sky was blue and shining like the sun,
and all lived in the country’s earthly peace.
The sadness and the grief of concrete wrong
had left itself away, a journey long.
I wandered in the heart of nature’s breast,
and had no future, in my little life,
I was a cow, a ship and roaming beast.
I knew no place of living; here was rest –
it lay about me on the verdant grass,
There was no ardent torture for a climb
to higher ways and better means of life,
such things were lost in dim, historic time,
entombed beneath the joyous here and now
it was as though to heaven I had gone.