Charlotte Mary Mew

(15 November 1869 – 24 March 1928 / London)

Moorland Night - Poem by Charlotte Mary Mew

My face is against the grass - the moorland grass is wet -
My eyes are shut against the grass, against my lips there are the little blades,
Over my head the curlews call, And now there is the night wind in my hair;
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