Lesbia Harford

Here you will find the Poem Polytheist of poet Lesbia Harford


One comes to love the little saints, 
As years go by. 
One learns to love the little saints. 
'O hear me sigh, 
St. Anthony, 
Find this for me, 
I wish you'd try.' 
There must be many garden gods, 
A gardener sees. 
There'd have to be an orchard god. 'Divinities, 
Take honour due. 
The long year through 
Protect these trees.' 
The Mother and the Holy Child 
Are friends to me. 
I pray, 'I am my mother's child. 
I trust you'll see 
That days are bright 
And all goes right 
With her and me.'