Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!
Quatrains
1
Brushes and paints are all I have
To speak the music in my soul-
While silently there laughs at me
A copper jar beside a pale green bowl.
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.
Written by Gwendolyn Bennett (1902-1981)
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