Poetry at Sangam

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Stephen Sturgeon’s Song

I stopped and walked over the grass
where no one’s father had yet stood.
The sun rang land and sea like brass
and I ran for the forest’s hood,
 
then with the daylight leaking back
I gained again the grassy hill
to watch the ocean’s ridge turn black
when night had clustered its pale will.
 
It was a livid, lifeless range
that seeded succor in my mind,
kindling a vein that beat to change
the world into my make and kind,
 
but that world kept the hour’s face
upon its skin, the sea like jet,
the hoary hill, the once green place
where no one’s father has stood yet.

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