Grass Night

A child said, What is the grass?…

… I guess the grass is itself a child,
And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.
I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise;
Regardless of others, ever regardful of others,
Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man,
Stuff’d with the stuff that is coarse, and stuff’d with the stuff that is fine;
One of the Great Nation, the nation of many nations,
the smallest the same, and the largest the same;

To see size and price
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