In the very early morning <br />Long before Dawn time <br />I lay down in the paddock <br />And listened to the cold song of the grass. <br />Between my fingers the green blades, <br />And the green blades pressed against my body. <br />"Who is she leaning so heavily upon me?" <br />Sang the grass. <br />"Why does she weep on my bosom, <br />Mingling her tears with the tears of my mystic lover? <br />Foolish little earth-child! <br />It is not yet time. <br />One day I shall open my bosom <br />And you shall slip in--but not weeping. <br />Then in the early morning <br />Long before Dawn time <br />Your lover will lie in the paddock. <br />Between his fingers the green blades <br />And the green blades pressed against his body... <br />My song shall not sound cold to him <br />In my deep wave he will find the wave of your hair <br />In my strong sweet perfume, the perfume of your kisses. <br />Long and long he will lie there... <br />Laughing--not weeping."<br /><br />Katherine Mansfield<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-earth-child-in-the-grass/
