名人诗歌|Midi

Midi

Les Murray

Muscles and torsoes of cloud

ascended over the mountains.

The fields looked like high speed

so new|mown was the hay,

then the dark blue Italian lavender

met overhead, a strange maize

deeply planted as mass javelins

in the hoed floor of the land.

Insects in plastic armour^{1 stared}

from their turrets^{2, and munched}

as others machined stiffly over us

and we turned, enchanted

in sweet walling breath

under far|up gables of the lavender.