AN ancient saga tells us how In the beginning the First Cow (For nothing living yet had birth But Elemental Cow on earth) Began to lick cold stones and mud: Under her warm tongue flesh and blood Blossomed, a miracle to believe: And so was Adam born, and Eve. Here now is chaos once again, Primeval mud, cold stones and rain. Here flesh decays and blood drips red, And the Cow's dead, the old Cow's dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SESTINA: ALTAFORTE by EZRA POUND SABBATH THOUGHTS by GRACE AGUILAR ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 15. ON DOMESTIC MANNERS (UNFINISHED) by MARK AKENSIDE THE RHYME OF SIR LAUNCELOT BOGLE; A LEGEND OF GLASGOW by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN MOON RIDER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET L'AMITIE EST L'AMOUR SANS AILES by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. AH! BLESSED IS HE by EDWARD CARPENTER |