An Anthology of Modern Bohemian Poetry/Blade of Grass

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Fr. S. Procházka (b. 1861).




Blade of grass so verdant,
Growing o'er my mound,
I see thee rising higher
Than the rising ground.

From the ground a blossom
Nods its head to me;
O'er me a finch is singing
In the alder-tree.

The stone doth not oppress me,
Underneath earth's breast;
So tenderly and gently
By me it doth rest.

And a maiden cometh,
And she droops her head ;
A tearlet, pearly-gleaming,
In memory she doth shed.


"Latest Poems" (1901).