I have turned my face
Away from streets and crowds
To a windy place
And clouds.
I have turned from skyscrapers
That scratch out the sky.
From wet newspapers
Always whipping by.
I have taken away my heart,
I will give it again
To be split apart
By wind and rain.
I will stand like a stone
All day in the grass
Where the bees dronc
And pass and repass.
I will watch them brush
Gold across their legs.
Hear the bird at hush
Over her eggs.
I will hear the wild swan
Lift high and harsh
His crooked clarion
Across the marsh.
Where the jewel-weed hangs,
Where the spotted stream runs,
Where the green beetle bangs
Bronze on bronze-
Roond in the deep ground,
The sky tugging at my hair,
There will I be found-
There!

• (2) Answer the following questions :
• (a)

  Why does the speaker turn away from the streets and crowds?

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• (b)

  What does the speaker hear and see in the grass?

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• (c)

  How does the speaker describe the sound of the swan?

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• (d)

  Where does the speaker want to be found at the end of the poem?

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