BIRTHDAY PIECE NO. 2

There is what is and what there is is fair,

But most is yet to come to what is here;

Here is the most to come from out a year,

For from the year there comes all there is there.

Song for the minnow and a crystal pool,

And all is said of all there was to say,

Yet all must say the all, since every day

A nuptial kiss the wise man gives a fool.

An ear of corn from the blind red sunburnt earth

Blandly lies in the sun divinely green,

Disowning what the earth and sun have done.

Kisses and corn and a pool to crown the birth,

With once to come what never before has been,

And here is there what there is here begun.