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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EPPING FOREST, by JOHN DAVIDSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: Woods and coppice by tempest lashed
Subject(s): Epping Forest, England
First Line: Woods and coppice by tempest lashed
Subject(s): Epping Forest, England
Woods and coppices by tempest lashed;
Pollard shockheads glaring in the rain;
Jet-black underwood with crimson splashed-
Rich November, one wet crimson stain!
Turf that whispered moistly to the tread;
Bursts of laughter from the shuffled leaves;
Pools of light in distant arbours spread;
Depths of darkness under forest eaves.
High above the wind the clouds at rest
Emptied every vat and steeply hurled
Reservoirs and floods; the wild nor'west
Raked the downpour ere it reached the world;
Part in wanton sport and part in ire,
Flights of rain on ruddy foliage rang:
Woven showers like sheets of silver fire
Streamed; and all the forest rocked and sang.
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