Tuesday, 8 December 2020

Tuesday Poem: "Cut Grass" by Philip Larkin

 

Cut grass lies frail:
Brief is the breath

Mown stalks exhale.

Long, long the death


It dies in the white hours

Of young-leafed June

With chestnut flowers,

With hedges snowlike strewn,


White lilac bowed,

Lost lanes of Queen Anne's lace,

And that high-builded cloud

Moving at summer's pace.

by Philip Larkin


For more information about the poet, Philip Larkin, see:

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/philip-larkin

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