I shall not tuck a poem into the recesses of the temple of
Artemis, nor like wheat stuff it into the sarcophagus of a king—
In hope, to germinate by a strange alchemy the seed of common thought
Into revelation. Why, Heraclitus, this ploy? The seed of a thing
Is so much mystery in itself! All things change; leave to the oracles
These frivolous wasting hare-brained schemes. Time is our sooth-sayer, and nature
The only genuine article—and as for wheat, I should much prefer
To see her trembling, age after age, in the elements—there is hope.
¹Heraclitus is said to have hidden a poem there so it would be passed off as divine revelation.
²In spite of the myths, no grain has ever been successfully germinated from "mummy wheat"
I've tried writing in Hexameter before, but it's rather difficult in English. I'd say this is my best attempt at the meter so far.