to express the sky

to express the sky

  One of the sheer joys of my home in Windsor is the sense of the vast open space of the sky …..

This is the grass your feet are planted on.
You paint it orange or you sing it green,
But you have never found
A way to make the grass mean what you mean.

A cloud can be whatever you intend:
Ostrich or leaning tower or staring eye.
But you have never found
A cloud sufficient to express the sky.

From Adrienne Rich, Rural reflections.

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