10 WITH EARTH AND SKY 
victions as to their necessities, while here, all 
of my knowledge was turned into fatuity by one 
fact. Where they had every reasonable reason 
not to bloom they were blooming. I thank God 
for this sweet departure. 
Red clover and prairie roses, civilization and 
primitive nature, shining and glowing together 
at the behest of the June wind blowing fair. I 
could not believe it, yet saw it. My cocksure- 
ness about things I know, blew from me as the 
winds from the scented field blew on me. What 
I don’t know seems to insist on being more 
aggressive and masterful than what I do know. 
Here was the thing that never happened, which 
is a way poetry has. 
Prairie roses swift with bloom on a level with 
the clover tops, rocking in assonance with the 
clover blooms’ witchery, ridiculously inappro- 
priate yet heavenly appropriate, here actually 
happening! Ah me, for the sight of it my heart 
was glad as laughter; and I had one other added 
proof that the impossible is pretty necessarily 
certain to happen, seeing the Chief Poet is still 
out walking through his world, thrumming on his 
lute, and composing a new lyric for the gladden- 
ing of the world. 
