It knows no appeasing
It know no greed.
Its seed is hunger,
Its soil is need.
You will sow and tend
And at last there will rise
A harvest that almost
Satisfies.
–From Because It’s Here (written in 1944?)
It knows no appeasing
It know no greed.
Its seed is hunger,
Its soil is need.
You will sow and tend
And at last there will rise
A harvest that almost
Satisfies.
–From Because It’s Here (written in 1944?)