Godlings are born racily,

Are excavated

Into life by the strong licks

Of the world-cow, are suckled

By goats, mares, wolves.

Blossom of oak, blossom of broom,

Blossom of meadowsweet

Go to their making.

They erupt through the paternal

Skull fully armed, hatch from an egg,

Or appear, foam-born, in Cyprus, on a shell,

Wearing a great deal of hair and not much else.

This one arrived at the time of the early lambs

Through the usual channels.

U. A. Fanthorpe “Christmas Poems”: Enitharmon press


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