And I
    in terror
            but not in doubt of
                              what I must do
in anguish, in haste,
            wrenched from the earth root after root,
the soil heaving and cracking, the moss tearing asunder —In the forest
they too had heard,
and were pulling their roots in pain
out of a thousand years' layers of dead leaves,
        rolling the rocks away,
                      breaking themselves
                                out of
                                    their depths.
Denise Levertov