From The River To The Sea

A Poem

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I.

Rain fell.

Not so heavy as to unsoil the seeds

And wash them into the moiling river,

But enough to moisten the earth,

To enliven the seeds

With the sun’s warmth

Descending into darkness

To call forth dormant life.

When the harvest came, the people celebrated—

Money without worth—

A feast of free meat and red wine.

Oh, how th…