Weathers Poem by Thomas Hardy
Weathers
This is the weather the cuckoo likes,
And so do I;
When showers betumble the chestnut spikes,
And nestlings fly;
And the little brown nightingale bills his best,
And they sit outside at 'The Traveller's Rest,'
And maids come forth sprig-muslin drest,
And citizens dream of the south and west,
And so do I.
This is the weather the shepherd shuns,
And so do I;
When beeches drip in browns and duns,
And thresh and ply;
And hill-hid tides throb, throe on throe,
And meadow rivulets overflow,
And drops on gate bars hang in a row,
And rooks in families homeward go,
And so do I.
This is a lovely poem....have any of you heard the late great Richard Burton read it? He did a wonderful recording of Hardy poems many years ago now...Hardy was a favourite of his.....he is a favourite of mine too....all wonderful stuff.....
This is one of the poems I remember from school. When girls come forth sprig muslin dresst and they sit outside of the travellers rest. I has a lovely rhrym an metre. And when I see drops hanging on a branch I remember 'Drops on gate bars hang in a row' I really love this one. Daphne
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 2:43:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Richard Pasco read this on a 1977 BBC Documentary, The Queen's Realm: marvellous! I haven't seen it in years, but I think the footage it accompanied involved views of the Cotswolds and a small village school.