Re: The Poplar by Richard Aldington

> Hieronymous707 wrote:
> Why do you always stand there shivering
> Between the white stream and the road?
> 
> The people pass through the dust
> On bicycles, in carts, in motor-cars;
> The waggoners go by at dawn;
> The lovers walk on the grass path at night.
> 
> Stir from your roots, walk, poplar!
> You are more beautiful than they are.
> 
> I know that the white wind loves you,
> Is always kissing you and turning up
> The white lining of your green petticoat.
> The sky darts through you like blue rain,
> And the grey rain drips on your flanks
> And loves you.
> And I have seen the moon
> Slip his silver penny into your pocket
> As you straightened your hair;
> And the white mist curling and hesitating
> Like a bashful lover about your knees.
> 
> I know you, poplar;
> I have watched you since I was ten.
> But if you had a little real love,
> A little strength,
> You would leave your nonchalant idle lovers
> And go walking down the white road
> Behind the waggoners.
> 
> There are beautiful beeches
> Down beyond the hill.
> Will you always stand there shivering?



Good selection. 


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