The Poplar Poem by Richard Aldington

The Poplar

Rating: 2.6


Why do you always stand there shivering
Between the white stream and the road?

The people pass through the dust
On bicycles, in carts, in motor-cars;
The waggoners go by at down;
The lovers walk on the grass path at night.

Stir from your roots, walk, poplar!
You are more beautiful than they are.

I know that the white wind loves you,
Is always kissing you and turning up
The white lining of your green petticoat.
The sky darts through you like blue rain,
And the grey rain drips on your flanks
And loves you.
And I have seen the moon
Slip his silver penny into your pocket
As you straightened your hair;
And the white mist curling and hesitating
Like a bashful lover about your knees.

I know you, poplar;
I have watched you since I was ten.
But if you had a little real love,
A little strength,
You would leave your nonchalant idle lovers
And go walking down the white road
Behind the waggoners.

There are beautiful beeches down beyond the hill.
Will you always stand there shivering?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 06 February 2016

I enjoyed the shivering quivering poplars- they are a delicately beautiful tree and deserve a poem of their own

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M Asim Nehal 06 February 2016

Nice poem, Inspiring

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Richard Aldington

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Portsmouth, Hampshire
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