Green Man






The ashes are clashing their boughs like sword-dancers,
Their black buds are tracing wild faces in the clouds;
'I come with the wind', says the Green Man,
'I come with the wind', says he.


(...)


Green Man becomes grown man in flames of the oak
As its crown forms and its leafage his features;
'I speak through the oak', says the Green Man,
'I speak through the oak', says he.


(...)


The bark of the elder makes whistles for children
To call to the deer as they rove over the snow;
'I am born in the dark', says the Green Man,
'I am born in the dark', says he.

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Green Man: The archetype of our oneness with the Earth
William Anderson & Clive Hicks

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