Thursday, February 13, 2025

Poetry Friday

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
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. 





8 comments:

  1. Love the poem. It is the day of love between friends too ❤️

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  2. What word-smithing Hardy has done, creating the scene for us, Karen. Wonderful! Also, nice to see you here! Happy Valentine's Day!

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  3. Great description of a snow storm! Poor sparrow. Lucky cat!

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  4. Karen, it's good to see you. I love the rhythm and sounds in "Snow in the Suburbs". Thank you for sharing it here today.

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  5. I worry about the birds in the snow and other wild creatures, too. But somehow they know what to do.

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  6. I like Thomas Hardy but never know he wrote about snow! Thanks for sharing it.

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  7. Hi, 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.)

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  8. I 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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