MS (9th December Nineteen Fifty / Tiglin, Wicklow, Ireland)

Winter Memories

Within the circuit of this plodding life
There enter moments of an azure hue,
Untarnished fair as is the violet
Or anemone, when the spring stew them
By some meandering rivulet, which make
The best philosophy untrue that aims
But to console man for his grievences.
I have remembered when the winter came,
High in my chamber in the frosty nights,
When in the still light of the cheerful moon,
On the every twig and rail and jutting spout,
The icy spears were adding to their length
Against the arrows of the coming sun,
How in the shimmering noon of winter past
Some unrecorded beam slanted across
The upland pastures where the Johnwort grew;
Or heard, amid the verdure of my mind,
The bee's long smothered hum, on the blue flag
Loitering amidst the mead; or busy rill,
Which now through all its course stands still and dumb
Its own memorial, - purling at its play
Along the slopes, and through the meadows next,
Until its youthful sound was hushed at last
In the staid current of the lowland stream;
Or seen the furrows shine but late upturned,
And where the fieldfare followed in the rear,
When all the fields around lay bound and hoar
Beneath a thick integument of snow.
So by God's cheap economy made rich
To go upon my winter's task again.

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Comments (2)

I liked it. It makes me afraid that I am the Shallowman. I think it comes close to standard verse. I think you should work it more into standard verse. I love your poem calling because it does not rhyme. But this comes close and. I think, should be a standard poem. I hate 'I went up the hill, I took a pill. I felt the chill' sort of poetry that is poetry without beauty but I also think a poem that comes so close without actually rhyming seems to look as if the poet didnt quite get it. I think this is a powerful poem not quite finished. Again, Im trying to be honest and helpful. I liked it a lot.
I like this very much Martin, very well written....and very sad. alana