O seeded grass, you army of little men Crawling up the long slope with quivering, quick blades of steel: You who storm millions of graves, tiny green tentacles of Earth, Interlace yourselves tightly over my heart, And do not let me go: For I would lie here forever and watch with one eye The pilgrimaging ants in your dull, savage jungles, The while with the other I see the stiff lines of the slope Break in mid-air, a wave surprisingly arrested, And above them, wavering, dancing, bodiless, colourless, unreal, The long thin lazy fingers of the heat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROSES ON THE TERRACE by ALFRED TENNYSON WINE AND CITRON by ABU ABD ALLAH PSALM 39. DIXI CUSTODIAM by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE INTO THE HEART OF LIFE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON CREOLE SLAVE SONG: CRIOLE CANDJO by GEORGE WASHINGTON CABLE |