Book Five Good News and Hard Work
To Anybody
“I know that all men ever born are also my brothers....
Limitless leaves too, stiff or drooping in the fields,
And brown ants in the little wells beneath them
And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heaped stones, elders, mulleins and poke weed.”
A Child said, “What is grass?” fetching it to me with full hands.
How could I answer the Child?
“I want to trust the sky and the grass! I want to believe the songs I hear from the fenceposts! Why should a maple-bud mislead me?”