family poem

through the broad earth's aching breast
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
wrap the earth in cloudy weather
if it
see the tentative
your body's motion is like music
in their ragged regimentals
out of the deep and the dark
quietly, with reverance, in awe
sun stepped down from his golden throne
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
why do