GRASSES

By John Freeman

O cover me, long gentle grasses,

Cover me with your seeding heads,

Cover me with your shaking limbs,

Cover me with your light soft hands,

Cover me as the delicious long wind passes

Over you and me, green grasses.

‘ Tis of your blood I would be drinking,

To your soft shrilling listening now,

And your thin fingers peering through

At the deep forests of the sky.

O satisfy my peevish thought past thinking,

My sense with your sense linking.

Already are your brown roots creeping

Around the roots of my mind's mind,

Into the darkness hidden within

The rayed dark of unconsciousness;

And your long stems in a bright wind are leaping

Over me uneasily sleeping.

O cover me, long gentle grasses,

As one day over a quiet flesh

You will shake, shake and dance and sing;

And body too still and spirit astir

Will hear you in every firm bright wind that passes

Over you, loved green grasses.