I was afraid the waking arm would break From the loose earth and rub against his eyes A fist of trees, and the whole country tremble In the exultant labor of his rise;
ATTRIBUTION:
Donald Hall (b. 1928), U.S. poet. The Sleeping Giant (l. 5–8). . .
New Yorker Book of Poems, The. (1969) The Viking Press. (Paperback edition of 1974 published by William Morrow & Company).
