The Earth-Child in the Grass
In the very early
Long before Dawn timeI lay down in the
And listened to the cold song of the grass.
Between my fingers the green blades,
And the green blades pressed against my body."Who is she leaning so heavily upon me?"Sang the grass."Why does she weep on my bosom,
Mingling her tears with the tears of my mystic lover?
Foolish little earth-child!
It is not yet time.
One day I shall open my
And you shall slip in—but not weeping.
Then in the early
Long before Dawn
Your lover will lie in the paddock.
Between his fingers the green
And the green blades pressed against his body…My song shall not sound cold to
In my deep wave he will find the wave of your
In my strong sweet perfume, the perfume of your kisses.
Long and long he will lie there…Laughing—not weeping."
Katherine Mansfield
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