Tuesday, August 08, 2017


No More Walks in the Wood

John Hollander (1929-2013), "An Old-Fashioned Song," Tesserae and Other Poems (New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 1993), p. 3:
(Nous n'irons plus au bois)

No more walks in the wood:
The trees have all been cut
Down, and where once they stood
Not even a wagon rut
Appears along the path
Low brush is taking over.

No more walks in the wood;
This is the aftermath
Of afternoons in the clover
Fields where we once made love
Then wandered home together
Where the trees arched above,
Where we made our own weather
When branches were the sky.
Now they are gone for good,
And you, for ill, and I
Am only a passer-by.

We and the trees and the way
Back from the fields of play
Lasted as long as we could.
No more walks in the wood.
Hat tip: Ian Jackson.


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