I am grass growing and the shearer of grass,
I am the willow and the splitter of laths,
weaver and the thing woven, marriage of willow and grass.
I am frost on the land and the land’s life,
breath and beast and the sharp rock underfoot,:
in me the mountain lives, and the owl strikes,
and I in them. I am the sun’s twin,
mover of blood and the blood lost,
I am the deer and the deer’s death.
I am the burr in your conscience: