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Philip Larkin - Cut Grass
Work rating: Medium

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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