Always the silences push their searching
Whose eye the least star or flower is.
Always, locked and singing in the bone,
Shine the clean eyes of the tiger and the rose.
Stars only are driven through your hands.
The eyes of my people are always upon you.
How like a woman the earth is,
And how like a man the slim green shoots,
How proud.
Without the breaking of the earth and water
There would be no shoots,
Without the breaking of the shoots, no earth,
But while they break, how the eyes of the tiger shine,
Lilies locked and singing in the bone.
The eyes of my people are always upon you.
The brilliant horses of the morning shake their clammy harness,
I see them stamp their shining feet on the crystal floor of morning.
Bone, star, and lily locked and singing,
The armies of light hurl their lances on the green land.
The eyes of my people are always upon you.
Whose eye the least star or flower is.
Always, locked and singing in the bone,
Shine the clean eyes of the tiger and the rose.
Stars only are driven through your hands.
The eyes of my people are always upon you.
How like a woman the earth is,
And how like a man the slim green shoots,
How proud.
Without the breaking of the earth and water
There would be no shoots,
Without the breaking of the shoots, no earth,
But while they break, how the eyes of the tiger shine,
Lilies locked and singing in the bone.
The eyes of my people are always upon you.
The brilliant horses of the morning shake their clammy harness,
I see them stamp their shining feet on the crystal floor of morning.
Bone, star, and lily locked and singing,
The armies of light hurl their lances on the green land.
The eyes of my people are always upon you.
