grass - Popular Poems and stories from category

Is this everything now, the quick delusions of flowers,
And the down colors of the bright summer meadow,
The soft blue spread of heaven, the bees' song,
Is this everything only a

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In the Grass:
Halt by the
In my tired, helpless bodyI feel my sunk heart ache;

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo
Shovel them under and let me work—                I am the grass;
I cover all
And pile them high at

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,

A narrow Fellow in the Grass
Occasionally rides -
You may have met him? Did you not
His notice instant is -