BIRTHDAY PIECE NO. 2

There is what is and what there is is fair, But most is yet to come to what is here; Here is the most to come from out a year, For from the year there comes all there is there. Song for the minnow and a crystal pool, And all is said of all there was to say, Yet all must say the all, since every day A nuptial kiss the wise man gives a fool.

An ear of corn from the blind red sunburnt earth Blandly lies in the sun divinely green, Disowning what the earth and sun have done. Kisses and corn and a pool to crown the birth, With once to come what never before has been, And here is there what there is here begun.