Untitled (To understand me you must bend)

To understand me you must bend
Your spirit. You must lie
Close-eared to Earth when April is
Tripping across the fields.
Perchance you will hear
The breathing of one who tugs
The line of Life.
And you will (be) happy as I was
Once when I first heard the word spoken
That no human tongue utters,
And you may see
Under a pebble the soul thought
Moving - a microscopic movement
Containing the dream.