A Milkweed br br Anonymous as cherubs br Over the crib of God, br White seeds are floating br Out of my burst pod. br What power had I br Before I learned to yield? br Shatter me, great wind: br I shall possess the field. br br A Stone br br As casual as cow-dung br Under the crib of God, br I lie where chance would have me, br Up to the ears in sod. br Why should I move? To move br Befits a light desire. br The sill of Heaven would founder, br Did such as I aspire.