Philip Larkin – Cut Grass

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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
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