Morning in the Grass Poetry Collection

Your author's sentimental education through the memories and repentances that occur over the years to everyone. Each of the forty poems addresses some debt to feminine tutulage that honesty must acknowledge. Most are now so distant in time that it will matter very little to the women involved, but I have tried to be faithful to the experience in these thumbnail sketches of love in its varied aspects.

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Some were a brief influence and others much more permanent. The last poem is addressed to my wife, without whose devoted love and understanding so little would have been written, least of all of the country Houseman described as:

That is the land of lost content,
  I see it shining plain, 
The happy highways where I went 
  And cannot come again.

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Morning in the Grass

A land damp in that awakening,
  where leaf-lined streets had names,
and schoolyard bells were ever making
  havoc of our games.

The hopscotch sandals kiss and splay,
  soft flips the skipping rope:
and youth’s hot scent is scrubbed away
  in fierce carbolic soap.

Yet here were miracles out walking
  through each suburban street,
long intervals of parents talking
  where fence and evening meet.

So were the high day’s dawnings, were
  the sunlit worlds of sleep,
and loud abroad the rough wind’s stir
  as in the stones that keep

inscrutable their solitude
  through hard days and the wet:
if lives to be are many hued,
  come, kiss and place your bet.

And in those long-enchanting streets,
  with girls we’d hardly know,
what phantoms and what sharp deceits
  our tantrum hearts would sow.

Dust, dust in the evening, and smell
  of morning in the grass,
that we in looking back could tell
  how swiftly raptures pass.