(8 July 1892 – 27 July 1962 / Portsmouth, Hampshire)


Water ruffled and speckled by galloping wind
Which puffs and spurts it into tiny pashing breaks
Dashed with lemon-yellow afternoon sunlight.
The shining of the sun upon the water
Is like a scattering of gold crocus-petals
In a long wavering irregular flight.

The water is cold to the eye
As the wind to the cheek.

In the budding chestnuts
Whose sticky buds glimmer and are half-burst open
The starlings make their clitter-clatter;
And the blackbirds in the grass
Are getting as fat as the pigeons.

Too-hoo, this is brave;
Even the cold wind is seeking a new mistress.

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To me, it is like the poet is still in his learning stage or rather his experimental stage- -flashes of beautifully penned lines followed by the awkwardness of these phrases: Is like a scattering of gold and Too-hoo, this is brave;
Clever use of onomatopoeia - Musical as well as pictorial affect has been put and poem is fantastically put to the reader- galloping wind / lemon-yellow afternoon sunlight/gold crocus-petals finally- Even the cold wind is seeking a new mistress. very nice