Rural Reflections
de Adrienne Rich(2009)
1 min lectură
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This is the grass your feet are planted on.
You paint it orange or you sing it green,
But you have never found
A way to make the grass mean what you mean.
A cloud can be whatever you intend:
Ostrich or leaning tower or staring eye.
But you have never found
A cloud sufficient to express the sky.
Get out there with your splendid expertise;
Raymond who cuts the meadow does not less.
Inhuman nature says:
Inhuman patience is the true success.
Human impatience trips you as you run;
Stand still and you must lie.
It is the grass that cuts the mower down;
It is the cloud that swallows up the sky.
Despre aceasta lucrare
- Autor
- Adrienne Rich
- Tip
- Poezie
- An
- 2009
- Cuvinte
- 114
- Citire
- 1 min
- Versuri
- 16
- Actualizat
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Adrienne Rich. “Rural Reflections.” Clasici, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/clasici/adrienne-rich/poezie/rural-reflectionsIntrebari frecvente
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