[Human hands...]

 

Human hands:

moving ever about…the source of their creation.

 

Withing the holds of batterhands

                --where earthen dust doth catch

are overfell’n folds of land,

                  must seiz’ed dust arise—

upon rain’s success, released (a scent!):

the smell of Earth, and Earth is man.

Reviews

[Craig Bates]

Before I even read this I'm just going to have to say that I love the picture. It drew me in, much like judging a book by it's cover (but please don't judge me for that!)

Have to say though, the poem was lost on me. I might read it again later and see if I can gather more from it. My problem is that I'm really not sure how this is meant to be written. Are you trying to replicate older forms of language? or create your own, archaic sounding language?

You'll have me wondering all night now =/
thanks for the read though