TO A WORM
Do you know you are green, little worm,
Like the leaf you feed on?
Perhaps it is on account of the birds, who would like to eat you.
But is there any reason why they shouldn't eat you, little worm?
Do you know you are comical, little worm?
How you double yourself up and wave your head,
And then stretch out and double up again,
All after a little food.
Do you know you have a long, strange name, little worm?
I will not tell you what it is.
That is for men of learning.
You—and God—do not care about such things.