Cold Song of the Grass
Based on Katherine Mansfield's poem. Pain. Sadness. And undeniable beauty.
Acrylic, aluminium and staples on gallery stretched pure linen
Approx size 122cm x 92cm
2017
$6,800
In the very early morning
Long before dawn time
I lay in the paddock
And listen to the cold song of the grass.
Between my fingers the green blades,
Who is she leaning so heavily upon me?
Sang the grass.
Why does she weep on my bosom,
Mingling her tears with the tears of
My mystic lover?
Foolish little earth child!
It is not yet time.
One day I shall open my bosom
And you shall slip in - but not weeping.
Then in the early morning
Long before dawn time
Your lover will lie in the paddock.
Between his fingers the green blades
And the green blades pressed against his body…
My song shall not sound cold to him,
In my deep wave he will find the wave of your hair,
In my strong sweet perfume, the perfume of your kisses.
Long and long he will lie there…
Laughing - not weeping.
‘The Earth-Child in The Grass’
K. Mansfield