A clenched fist of toil
He fights with the Earth's entrails
The seed in the furrow will reap
The need for life to nourish
With the rain and the sunshine
The festival of the Goddess Demeter
Hands blessed by her
Deeply grooved by toil
Before the dawn blooms sweetly
The field has welcomed her
Incomprehensible mystery prayer
The primordial pleasure of harvest
Unenslaved soul of the Plains
Pride for Mother Earth
Her super-bright Light
In your hands a blessed fruit
You, tender sprout of the plain,
You drink sweet milk from the Earth's milk.
The warmth in her grooved body
Your bare feet become a pleasure
A shiver of a mysterious love
Desire of an eternal passion
Let me kiss your honored hands
With my smallness to honor them






























