  What do you think this poem is about?  The Days  Issuing from
the Word The seven days came, Each in its own place, Its own
name. And the first long days A hard and rocky spring, Inhuman
burgeoning, And nothing there for claw or hand, Vast loneliness
ere loneliness began, Where the blank seasons in their
journeying Saw water at play with water and sand with sand. The
waters stirred And from the doors were cast Wild lights and
shadows on the formless face Of the flood of chaos, vast
Lengthening and dwindling image of earth and heaven. The
forest's green shadow Softly over the water driven, As if the
earth's green wonder, endless meadow Floated and sank within its
own green light. In water and night Sudden appeared the lion's
violent head, Raging and burning in its watery cave. The
stallion's tread Soundless fell on the flood, and the animals
poured Onward, flowing across the flowing wave. Then on the
waters fell The shadow of man, and earth and the heavens
scrawled With names, as if each pebble and leaf would