English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Prospect. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

The Prospect

The twigs of the birch imprint the December sky
Like branching veins upon a thin old hand;
I think of summer-time, yes, of last July,
When she was beneath them, greeting a gathered band
Of the urban and bland.

Iced airs wheeze through the skeletoned hedge from the north,
With steady snores, and a numbing that threatens snow,
And skaters pass; and merry boys go forth
To look for slides. But well, well do I know
Whither I would go!

December 1912

Thomas Hardy’s other poems:

1. The Two Houses
2. The Weary Walker
3. The Whaler’s Wife
4. Yuletide in a Younger World
5. The Supplanter

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) The Prospect (“METHINKS we do as fretful children do”)

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