I haven't posted for a while as the fall and early winter were crazy for me, but this week I came across this poem and loved it so much, I had to share. Enjoy!
Snow in the Suburbs
by Thomas Hardy
Every branch big with it
Bent every twig with it
Bent every twig with it
Every fork like a white web-foot;
Every street and pavement mute:
Some flakes have lost their way, and grope back upward, when
Meeting those meandering down they turn and descend again.
The palings are glued together like a wall,
And there is no waft of wind with the fleecy fall.
A sparrow enters the tree,
Whereon immediately
A snow-hump thrice his own slight size
Descends on him and showers his head and eyes,
And overturns him,
And near inurns him,
And lights on a nether twig, when its brush
Starts off a volley of other lodging lumps with a rush.
The steps are a blanched slope,
Up which, with feeble hope,
A black cat comes, wide-eyed and thin,
And we take him in.
Happy Friday, and happy Valentine's Day. May your day be full of heartwarming words and perhaps a few chocolates! Thanks to the amazing Linda Baie for hosting today. You can find her post and links to the rest of the Poetry Friday gang HERE.
Love the poem. It is the day of love between friends too ❤️
ReplyDeleteWhat word-smithing Hardy has done, creating the scene for us, Karen. Wonderful! Also, nice to see you here! Happy Valentine's Day!
ReplyDeleteGreat description of a snow storm! Poor sparrow. Lucky cat!
ReplyDeleteKaren, it's good to see you. I love the rhythm and sounds in "Snow in the Suburbs". Thank you for sharing it here today.
ReplyDeleteI worry about the birds in the snow and other wild creatures, too. But somehow they know what to do.
ReplyDeleteI like Thomas Hardy but never know he wrote about snow! Thanks for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteHi, Karen - great to "see" you! I didn't know this poem either. And, I must confess, I didn't realize "suburbs" was such an old word! Had no idea Thomas Hardy had written a poem with this in the title. (And, yes - poor birds in the snow! And poor thin cats, too.)
ReplyDeleteI feel like that's how many of us end up with our cats - they just seem to appear and wander with hopeful eyes into our lives!
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