Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HAWTHORN, by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Beneath that hawthorn shade the grass will hardly grow Last Line: Sit in this same sanctuary. Alternate Author Name(s): Blunden, Edmund Subject(s): England; Hawthorn; Landscape; English | ||||||||
BENEATH that hawthorn shade the grass will hardly grow, So many babes have played and kept the bare clay so, So many loves delayed in the moonlight's ebb and flow -- Daisy-chains and May beginnings, Fail not till I pass below. The roots of this same thorn are polished like a stool, Each grey and goblin horn grown craftwise beautiful, And sometimes to adorn is left a tuft of wool -- I envy still the merry runnings Of those that pass that way from school. The moonlight through the may and the whisper fluttering there, Like angels on their way to the lamp of pain and prayer, Gleams and ripplings play, and we lay our forehead bare, For here the coolest, cleverest cunnings Know the unknown's winged air. Come, little tiny child, here's white violets for thee, Come, smiling beauty wild, love's the dryad of this tree, And thou baptized mild, this thorny chapel see, And may I for all my sinnings Sit in this same sanctuary. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NINETEEN FORTY by NORMAN DUBIE GHOSTS IN ENGLAND by ROBINSON JEFFERS STAYING UP FOR ENGLAND by LIAM RECTOR STONE AND FLOWER by KENNETH REXROTH THE HANGED MAN by KENNETH REXROTH ENGLISH TRAIN COMPARTMENT by JOHN UPDIKE ALMSWOMEN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |
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