Friday, February 18, 2011

Verse of the Day - Philip Larkin

Cut Grass by Philip Larkin

Cut grass lies frail:
Brief is the breath
Mown stalks exhale.
Long, long the death

It dies in the white hours
Of young-leafed June
With chestnut flowers,
With hedges snowlike strewn,

White lilac bowed,
Lost lanes of Queen Anne's lace,
And that high-builded cloud
Moving at summer's pace.


  1. I love the mood of this one. This makes you want to kick back sitting outside on the deck with a glass of iced tea in your hand and breathe in summer.

  2. Lovely. And what a gorgeous photo!

  3. Thanks Daisy, it's appropriate, I think because of the feeling of spring arriving. Glad you like it Jayne.