mom poem

did you ever see an alligator
gaily through the fields we danced
god
thoughts through my head
i fill this cup
have you seen walking through the village
the dawn was apple-green
i can not tell you now
two rows of cabbages
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
for these white arms about my neck
there by the window in the old house