Classic Poem

Oak shouted to pine, and beech to cedar:
High seas were running above them:
Brush snapped, and wood-folk scurried: the leaves fell:
Sun spilled wildly, they danced on shadows.

And she talked with him of the wars,
And of his home in the hills, and of his youth:
And she yearned over the agony in his soul.

And she said to him:
“Who can get enough of life,
And who can drink deep enough of this wine?
All that I see, I long to possess, yes, to hug it into my body
Till it runs in my blood …
I would carry Earth if I were large enough.”

“Is this a girl? a woman?” he thought,
“Or is this Earth, the Great Mother?”

Then she spoke of her father,
Who was a hunter as his father was a hunter:
But also a hunter after wisdom …
She had learnt more than stag or panther in her father's cabin …

And so she spoke freely, openly:
He could have listened till the end of days.