Florence Weber Mann - Silent Song

He has about him a faint muskiness
Not the musky aroma distilled
With floral oils,
But the fragrance of furrowed earth
Mingled with heady barley and damp alfalfa.
I know he is there
Even before the sight of him:
His power, his longing and tenderness
And scent of the fields
Call out in a clear, silent song.

Florence Weber Mann

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