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Cut Grass

Written by: Philip Larkin | Biography
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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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