The Cottager by Lawrence Durrell

The Cottager

by Lawrence Durrell

Here is a man who says: Let there be light.

Let who is dressed in hair walk upright.

The house give black smoke, the children

Be silenced by fire and apples. Let

A sedative evening bring steaming cattle

The domestic kettle, contagion of sleep,

Deeper purer surer even than Eden,

Twin tides speak making of two three

By fission by fusion, a logarithmic sea.

What was bitter in the apple is eaten deep,

Rust sleeps in the steel, canker will keep.

Let one plus one quicken and be two,

Keep silence that silence keep you.