Poems by Themis

Harvest

In the far dark of being, ere the flame

Burst through time-rocks and leaped

To immortality and the conscious sun, there came

To the fallow field of my earth God's winds that reaped

The spirit's harvest in the seed unsown:

All the wild night's unstarred, unknown

Gold seedlings swept into furrows of light,

Planted anew in pure gold clay, and the raining suns

and moons and stars

Fed their delight. ...

And now the flames burst through to meet

The gold of the conscious sun:

O Wheat

Of fire and gold, when this new harvest's done,

The stubble and chaff shall also be

Golden unto eternity.

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