This is the grass your feet are planted on.
You paint it orange or you sing it green,
But you have never found
A way to make the grass mean what you mean.
A cloud can be whatever you intend:
2024-09-03
| Poem | Rural Reflections |
| Author / Poet | Adrienne Rich |
| Tags | Expression, Grass, Intent, Nature |
Adrienne Rich
16 May 1929 - 27 Mar 2012
Region: North America
Period: Contemporary
Movement: Feminist, Postmodern
Awards: National Book Award, Pulitzer Prize for Poetry