On a Grey Thread/Roots
Roots
O heavily weighing earth! O grim travailIn sunless silence with no hope of light!O impotent wine! O bracken-food of pain!I accept you all. I accept the timeless blightOf crawling like a worm with unclean things,Of being forever a yearning voiceless rootBedded in this unwarmed oblivionSo that the great sun mellow my ultimate fruit.