Advice to a Grass-Blade
Thin and dark green symbol
Of an earth forever raising
Myriads of chained wings,
Currents of air have a form to you
And sounds break into vivid shape.
The proud finality of tiny sight
Cannot lure your pliant blindness.
Thin and dark green blade,
Be not awed by trees and men
Whose sound is all that gives them life
You reach the sky because your face
Is not turned toward it.
Of an earth forever raising
Myriads of chained wings,
Currents of air have a form to you
And sounds break into vivid shape.
The proud finality of tiny sight
Cannot lure your pliant blindness.
Thin and dark green blade,
Be not awed by trees and men
Whose sound is all that gives them life
You reach the sky because your face
Is not turned toward it.
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