Two Are Together - Poem by Geoffrey Grigson
Two are together, I tell you,
A slope of a vowel, are a corner;
Grass short as a garden,
Quartz in a stone.
Up in air).
Then over an edge
Blue wedge of a mountain;
This comfort, you tell me,
This wild-mint-scented scene
And wild roses
And wrinkle of water descending
Tending to laughter;
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