A poem by David Jones, 20th century Welsh poet. 

I've found all his other work unreadable thus far, but I'm not giving up. 

Look at some of his paintings, if you can. 

Color of Dust interview where I first heard this poem:

https://www.podbean.com/media/share/dir-zraw9-25684ab3

Two recitations of this poem for Poetry By Heart:

https://www.poetrybyheart.org.uk/poems/a-a-a-domine-deus

"...Last season's fruit is eaten

And the fullfed beast shall kick the empty pail.

For last year's words belong to last year's language

And next year's words await another voice."

TS Eliot "Little Gidding"