Tuesday, October 25, 2011

A Natural Grace – C. K. Stead

A Natural Grace – C. K. Stead

Under my eaves untiring all the spring day
Two sparrows have worked with stalks the mowers leave
While I have sat regretting your going away.
All day they’ve ferried straw and sticks to weave
A wall against the changing moods of air,
And may have worked into that old design
A thread of cloth you wore, a strand of hair,
Since all who make are passionate for line,
Proportion, strength, and take what’s near, and serves.
All day I’ve sat remembering you face,
And watched the sallow stalks, woven in curves
By a blind process, achieve a natural grace.




O'Sullivan, V. (Ed.). (1979). An anthology of twentieth century New Zealand poetry. Wellington: Oxford University Press.

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