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Show ANTAEUS COMES Once I came back to this place for love, With hurried steps and thumping pulse, to turn The last quick corner, let my homesick eyes Leap to the house, the barn, the lane of trees That flank the path. My father planted these. And once for peace-back to this hill-hugged town, This nucleus of homes, cliff-sentineled, Canaled, church-spired and paced to peace, The slow, unhurried days, the catties' muted low Across the plough-squared, water-furrowed fields. Here meadow larks and finches sprinkle song And robins thread the grass the summer long. Once we came back drenched, my horse and I, Snow-blinded through the cold and sleeting storm, Bone-weary from the autumn cattle drive, From leaping sage and washes, willow-whipped, Our bellies gaunt, our eyes and lips wind-stung. |