But like remorse the prairie grass seeks emptiness, increases in its sleep, gets even with the fragrant, stoic sage. Oh, it is witless and blind. It cannot remember what it was doing with all that wind. It waits for a thimbleful of rain. It populates such distances it must be brave but prairie grass bends down in sorrow to be so lost, and like remorse feels so nearly endless it cannot ever stop. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAIRY TALE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WASHINGTON MCNEELY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A WINTER'S NIGHT by ROBERT FROST THE EXECUTIVE by DAVID IGNATOW EVENTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |