Sylvan Grove

This is another poem from my senior project in 1979. Dang my memory! What I thought was this was another exercise in writing a poem in the manner of another poet. I thought it was a Denise Levertov poem. I thought it was "Losing Track". Now I am not so sure.
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15369

Sylvan Grove


The temporal

eternity.

Stones lie

in their beds of

grass. The grass

slowly bends

West.



Grey

marble heads, the trees

twisted where storms

sought shelter.

The prairie

ascends, slowly bends

up the slopes,

transfixed at the headstones.

A silent prayer of the prairie,

so temporal, it is

nothing else but

eternity itself, a life

too short to know.

Barbara A. Meier, 1979