by Pavel Chichikov
I am a watchman and I watch
The eggs of good and evil hatch –
What will crack and break the shell
Cherubim or heads from hell?
I have seen on midnights still
Many slide across the sill
Which would in daylight seize and prise
The iris out of daylight eyes
Blow the wind, October streams
Through the falling poplar leaves,
Aspen shivers in her dreams
Green and golden blow her sleeves
Here's the day and night of it
God into creation fits
Yet is greater than all worlds
Nest upon a nest enfolds
Only those who have been seen
Can see the golden and the green,
All that lives and all that falls
And how it struggles when He calls
How they struggle – they must come
When they hear the rush and summons,
All are leaves and all are blown
And though the same their names are known
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