Quatrains 2
How strange that grass should sing-- Grass is so still a thing.... And strange the swift surprise of snow So soft it falls and slow.
Gwendolyn B. Bennett
How strange that grass should sing-- Grass is so still a thing.... And strange the swift surprise of snow So soft it falls and slow.
In these four short lines, the speaker pauses over two ordinary sights and finds them quietly mysterious. Grass seems too still to sing, yet there is something songlike in it—maybe the wind moving through it or the presence of hidden life.
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