Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Splash du Jour: Wednesday

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-lump thrice his own slight size
Descends on him and showers his head and eye
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.

Have a great [snowy] Wednesday!



Melanie said...

Gorgeous poem. Thanks for sharing it.

patricia said... of my most favourite poems ever! Thanks for sharing, Cippy.

Have a happy, healthy, warm and toasty, comfy, cosy, snuggly, wuggly, snowy, snappy, coffee and book-filled wonderful Christmas!!