Auguries of Innocence Poems The Lovecrafter I saw you who was myself slightly stooped whistling mouth with leather sack and breeches brown striding the naked countryside with summer bones long and dry into the breadth of our glad day mid afternoon the longer night as you tread bareheaded bright I saw you a wraith bemoan stir the fires of the ancient ones scarred with sticks pome and haw as the nectar for their script I saw you walk the length of fields far as the finger of Providence far as the mounds we call hills ranges cut from the heart of slate I saw you dip into your sack scattering seeds where they may as the woodsman hews his way through oak ash and variant pines for writing desks that shall reflect a sheaf of lines that speak of trees all sober hopes required within all drunkenness as sacred swims I saw the book upon the shelf I saw you who was myself I saw the empty sack at last I saw the branch your shadow cast Auguries of Innocence Poems . Copyright © by Patti Smith. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold. Excerpted from Auguries of Innocence by Patti Smith All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
