From the Gradual Grass

From the Gradual Grass


Imagine a voice calling,
"There is a voice now calling,"
or maybe a blasting cry,
"Walls are falling,"
as it makes walls be falling.

Then from the gradual grass,
too serious to be only noise--
whatever it is grass makes,
making words, a voice:
"Destruction is ending," this voice

Is promising quiet, silence,
by lasting forever grows to sound
endlessly from the world's end,
promising, calling;
imagine,
that voice is calling.

William Stafford

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