Mark Van Doren

ROSEMARY THOMAS

MARK VAN DOREN

Many sheep trust, and sleep

in the folds of his mind.

Sometimes he lets them out,

one by one,

in the greenest meadow.

Their wool is like milkweed mist,

trails the sharp thorn,

becomes the mellow sun,

becomes, too, the golden

and dangerous tufts

that together the river

and the bushes gather

for questing Psyche.