Saturday, November 05, 2011
All is Nakedness
John Clare, The Fens, lines 83-98:
86 dotterels = pollard trees
George Clausen, The End of a Winter's Day
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And muse and marvel where we may85 copt (copped) = put into heaps or haycocks
Gain mars the landscape every day
The meadow grass turned up and copt 85
The trees to stumpy dotterels lopt
The hearth with fuel to supply
For rest to smoke and chatter bye
Giving the joy of home delights
The warmest mirth on coldest nights 90
And so for gain that joys repay
Change cheats the landscape every day
No tree no bough about it grows
That from the hatchet can repose
And the orison stooping smiles 95
Oer treeless fens of many miles
Spring comes and goes and comes again
And all is nakedness and fen
86 dotterels = pollard trees
Labels: arboricide
