Author Ezra Pound Plucking the vine leaves, hear my song:“A day without him is three months long.”Stripping the southernwoods, hear my song:“A day without him is three autumns long.”Reaping the tall grass hear my song:“A day without him's three years long.” Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments