Charles Simic - Summer Morning lyrics

I love to stay in bed All morning, Covers thrown off, naked, Eyes closed, listening. Outside they are opening Their primers In the little school Of the corn field. There's a smell of damp hay, Of horses, laziness, Summer sky and eternal life. I know all the dark places Where the sun hasn't reached yet, Where the last cricket Has just hushed; anthills Where it sounds like it's raining; Slumbering spiders spinning wedding dresses. I pa** over the farmhouses Where the little mouths open to s**, Barnyards where a man, naked to the waist, Washes his face and shoulders with a hose, Where the dishes begin to rattle in the kitchen. The good tree with its voice Of a mountain stream Knows my steps. It, too, hushes. I stop and listen: Somewhere close by A stone cracks a knuckle, Another rolls over in its sleep. I hear a bu*terfly stirring Inside a caterpillar, I hear the dust talking Of last night's storm. Further ahead, someone Even more silent Pa**es over the gra** Without bending it. And all of a sudden! In the midst of that quiet, It seems possible To live simply on this earth.