O undulations! Small hills that seem great
to those who work them, as the breast is
great to the baby, or a sudden wave
to the exhausted swimmer. But how the men
and their horses are tiny! You’d almost need a magnifying
glass to see them, in this reproduction.
“Spring Turning.” Not just because the perpendicular
turns of the plough make a great square closing in on
the hilltop green; but because the inner earth
is turned glistening to the sky. We do not feel
the grit on the men’s fingers. We see them
at work on the ancient task of squaring the circle.
This article originally appeared in The New Criterion, Volume 40 Number 6, on page 32
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