They
have done what
never was done before. Not as a people
takes a land to love it
and be fed,
A little, acccording to need and love, and again a little; sparing
the country tribes,
mixing
Their blood with theirs, their minds with all the rocks and rivers,
their flesh with
the soil, no, without hunger
Wasting the world and your own labor, without love possessing,
not even your
hands to the dirt but plows
Like blades of knives; heartless machines; houses of steel; using
and despising
the patient earth . . . |
