The leap of the sparrow from the branch and the leap of the child to his mother’s
...waiting
and the leap of the angel to the blue swirled earth
do not but worship the leap I make to you.
you, who I yet
"The poem is the cry of its occasion"
The leap of the sparrow from the branch and the leap of the child to his mother’s
...waiting
and the leap of the angel to the blue swirled earth
do not but worship the leap I make to you.
you, who I yet
