Here, today, is a poem by Thomas Hardy, whom you may not know was a poet as well as a novelist:
The Garden SeatI suppose it would be more fitting for Halloween, but I think "The Garden Seat" is more about memory than ghosts. November is certainly a time for thinking back and holding onto what has past. What do you think?
Its former green is blue and thin,
And its once firm legs sink in and in;
Soon it will break down unaware,
Soon it will break down unaware.
At night when reddest flowers are black
Those who once sat thereon come back;
Quite a row of them sitting there,
Quite a row of them sitting there.
With them the seat does not break down,
Nor winter freeze them, nor floods drown,
For they are as light as upper air,
They are as light as upper air!
Found in Garden Poems, selected and edited by John Hollander, part of the "Everyman's Library Pocket Poets" series.
This week the Poetry Friday Round-Up is found at Anastasia Suen's Booktalking.
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