Sharp-edged iron
Tore open
Unready ground;
Seeds dropped
Seeds dropped
Unplanned
Unseasonably
Unseasonably
Birthing seedlings
Too frail to stand.
Though there was
Ambitious love for light
In this timid flowering,
Imperfectly was it mirrored
In the indifferent sullen sky -
The drought winds withered
The promised angel fluff
And blew the seeds about.
So blow, you fierce winds:
Blow with all your might!
Gather in the tossed
Bosom of that storm
Fierce beginnings;
Freely scatter
The dizzy seeds about.
Fall these to warm earth,
And watered by kind strength
May yet a sweet crop sprout.
Manuela Cardiga
Too frail to stand.
Though there was
Ambitious love for light
In this timid flowering,
Imperfectly was it mirrored
In the indifferent sullen sky -
The drought winds withered
The promised angel fluff
And blew the seeds about.
So blow, you fierce winds:
Blow with all your might!
Gather in the tossed
Bosom of that storm
Fierce beginnings;
Freely scatter
The dizzy seeds about.
Fall these to warm earth,
And watered by kind strength
May yet a sweet crop sprout.
Manuela Cardiga
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