Spring 1986 • Vol. VIII No. 2 A Poem |

From Small Beginnings…

Buds into stars. A Milky Way  just of daisies, down this Fen Meadow,scattered in a single morning, weather snowy  with warmth; and if you look for causes, smalleffects have (reversing the proverb) a great one, Earth itself in sustained hurry, two million  miles a day, scattering music and explosionsdown more-than-icy space. 'The starry heavens  above … ' the sage Immanuel began, makinghis Baltic haven a forested island of goodness despite the manhunts of those earlier murderous  brigands the Teutonic Knights, they themselves soonmurdered at the Pine Mountain, or in the final  forested bloodbath the year after bloody Towton: becauseDe Quincey's 'Professor Kant'—working in old age by candlelight, then sleeping a silkworm sleep  in the cocoon of his bed, dying in old ageand deep winter across the last verge  of Europe, now Kaliningrad in Great Russia(the Slavs grow corn now, across those woodlands), added ' … and moral law within.' Thos

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