Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BLOWING GRASS, by SARAH BIXBY SMITH Poet's Biography First Line: In narrow nuuanu Last Line: That rise and find no rest. Subject(s): California; Grass | ||||||||
I. In narrow Nuuanu On this side the Pali, Where mosses and green fern Make velvet the walls of the valley, Always the wind blows, Always the grass flows In green waves and silver Back to the lowland, As if swept by the breath Of the spirits that yearn To return Over the path they were driven to death. II. In Santa Ysabel On sunny days in summer When the hot winds blow All the pale gold grasses, Ghosts of winter grasses, Dance and curtsy low Till all the rounded hillsides Where the live oak grow Seem to leap from base to crest With running fairy flames That rise and find no rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PORTRAIT OF MY ROOF by JAMES GALVIN HIGH PLAINS RAG by JAMES GALVIN I FIX MY EYES ON A BLADE OF GRASS by DAVID IGNATOW METAPHOR OF GRASS IN CALIFORNIA by CHARLES MARTIN THE LAST DAY OF AUGUST by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE CUT THE GRASS by ARCHIE RANDOLPH AMMONS |
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