The revery alone will do

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, --

One clover, and a bee,

And revery.

The revery alone will do,

If bees are few.

-- Emily Dickinson

My lowlands of the mind

Fosterling

'That heavy greenness fostered by water'

At school I loved one picture's heavy greenness --

Horizons rigged with windmills' arms and sails.

The millhouses' still outlines. Their in-placeness

Still more in place when mirrored in canals.

I can't remember never having known

The immanent hydraulics of a land

Of glar and glit and floods at dailigone.

My silting hope. My lowlands of the mind.

Heaviness of being. And poetry

Sluggish in the doldrums of what happens.

Me waiting until I was nearly fity

To credit marvels. Like the tree-clock of tin cans

The tinkers made. So long for air to brighten.

Time to be dazzled and the heart to lighten.

-- Seamus Heaney