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Sat, 02 Jan 2010
Not music just Thomas Hardy, One of Englands greatest poets and short story writers, enjoy the Snow in the Suburbs at Dodies Dream World

               

Thomas Hardy


Born  2 June 1840

                                      Stinsford, Dorchester, Dorset, England
                           Died   11 January 1928 (aged 87)
  Dorchester, Dorset
                                     Novelist, Poet, and Short Story writer
 (1840-06-02) (1928-01-12)



DODIES DREAM WORLD
SAXON - ENGLAND


SNOW IN THE SUBURBS
By Thomas Hardy

     Every branch big with it,
     Bent every twig with it;
Every fork like as white web-foot;
Every street and pavement mute:
Some flakes have lost their way, and grope back upward, when
Meeting those meandering down they turn and descend again.
     The palings are glued together like a wall,
     And there is no waft of wind with the fleecy fall.

     A sparrow enters a tree,
     Whereon immediately
A snow-lump thrice his own size
Descends on him and showers his head and eyes.
     And overturns him,
     And near inurns him,
And lights on a nether twig, when its brush
Starts off a volley of other lodging lumps with a rush.
     The steps are a blanched slope,
     Up which, with feeble hope,
A black cat comes, wide-eyed and thin;
And we take him in.
 
                       THOMAS HARDY.


MY AFTER THOUGHT

He giveth snow like wool: He scattereth the hoar
     frost like ashes.
He casteth forth His ice like morsals: who can stand
     before His cold?
 He sendeth out His word and melteth them: He causeth
     His wind to blow, and the waters flow.
   
                              PSALM CXLVII., 16-18.


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