Here In A Rocky Cup of Earth
Here in a rocky cup of earth
The simple acorn brought to birth
What has in ages grown to be
A very oak, a mighty tree.
The granite of the rock is split
And crumbled by the girth of it.
Incautious was the rock to feed
The acorn's mouth; unwise indeed
Am I, upon whose stony heart
Fell softly down, sits quietly,
The seed of love's imperial tree
That soon may force my breast apart.
"I fear you not. I have no doubt
My meagre soil shall starve you out!"
Unless indeed you prove to be
The kernel of a kingly tree;
Which if you be I am content
To go the way the granite went,
And be myself no more at all,
So you but prosper and grow tall.
(From "Mine the Harvest" 1954)
This poem always draws me in with its beauty and courage. I can't fully relate to it yet but I love to believe I someday will.
The image of this tree sprung from a large rock is etched in my mind.
I hope you enjoy it as well.
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