Thursday, November 22, 2007
November (V)
Thomas Hardy, The Later Autumn:
Couch = couch-grass (Triticum repens)
Caspar David Friedrich, Forest in Late Autumn
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Gone are the lovers, under the bushToadsmeat = toadstools
Stretched at their ease;
Gone the bees,
Tangling themselves in your hair as they rush
On the line of your track,
Leg-laden, back
With a dip to their hive
In a prepossessed dive.
Toadsmeat is mangy, frosted, and sere;
Apples in grass
Crunch as we pass,
And rot ere the men who make cyder appear.
Couch-fires abound
On fallows around,
And shades far extend
Like lives soon to end.
Spinning leaves join the remains shrunk and brown
Of last year's display
That lie wasting away,
On whose corpses they earlier as scorners gazed down
From their aery green height:
Now in the same plight
They huddle; while yon
A robin looks on.
Couch = couch-grass (Triticum repens)
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