she comes like a princess from the <br />a castle high up there on those blue clouds <br />descending from the sun <br />down to the mountains <br />and the rivers <br />and to this <br />pond <br /> <br />i am the grass, and she wants to lie down with me <br />so i can teach her about what, i ask, about poetry she says, <br />no there is no poetry with me for <br /> <br />i am the grass, and you signal the wind so you may leave at once <br />and be back to the arms of the heavens <br />but i think a while and change my mind for i am the grass <br /> <br />and i am a teacher of all mankind, those who want to die and be <br />covered with my hands, and those who want to stay and be <br />with my greeness, my softness and i in humility whispers to her <br /> <br />my princess, stay with me for a while, lie with me, and sleep with me <br />under the moon, the darkness of the night shall be our blanket, <br />my thick leaves of grass, your pillow, <br /> <br />i am the grass, i may not teach you what poetry is, <br />what i have is to spread <br />love and togetherness, and intimacy that i have with the soil <br />my secrets with the worms, my eternity <br />with what death has concealed from the eyes of your world.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-to-deal-with-a-very-beautiful-disciple/
