… a meadow … with nesting life spared by a mower’s blade set high the flowering weeds and grasses strewn over the field to be raked and dried by rays from a fire set high in the heaven. From: High Mowing by Marion Canby, 1932 I came across this poem in an opening quote, namely [...]
… A poem by Marion Canby
April 13th, 2008 · 1 further remark
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