Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE GRASS GROWS FAR, by NATHAN BRYLLION FAGIN


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THE GRASS GROWS FAR, by                    
First Line: The grass grows far from the city's iron breath
Last Line: Leaving the gesture of a trembling wake.
Subject(s): Grass


The grass grows far from the city's iron breath,
The grass grows high and soft and green and free,
The grass comes singing like a gilded sea
And dies a-singing just as suddenly.

I am a fugitive from creeping death.
From days like skies of unredeeming glass,
From nights that glint with silhouetted brass,
I've come to lose myself in growing grass.
I've come to dwell in Color's fastnesses,

To measure distanles in lines of blue,
To grasp at simple shades I never knew,
To wonder at the brilliance of the dew.
From nights that reek with empty starlessness
I've come to bathe in silver on a lake,
Gliding like music unseen fairies make,
Leaving the gesture of a trembling wake.





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