Then no soft arms could hold me from my wilderness
To reap at daylight's fallow edge, with bullet or knife,
That flicker of hoof or pelt, that flash of wings returning -
The dogs trace it - harvest of life that gives me life.


Second Harvest

Donald Davidson Quotes

Then no soft arms could hold me from my wilderness To reap at daylight's fallow edge, with bullet or knife, That flicker of hoof or pelt, that flash...

Then no soft arms could hold me from my wilderness To reap at daylight's fallow edge, with bullet or knife, That flicker of hoof or pelt, that flash...

Then no soft arms could hold me from my wilderness To reap at daylight's fallow edge, with bullet or knife, That flicker of hoof or pelt, that flash...

Then no soft arms could hold me from my wilderness To reap at daylight's fallow edge, with bullet or knife, That flicker of hoof or pelt, that flash...