Richard Aldington

(8 July 1892 – 27 July 1962 / Portsmouth, Hampshire)

The Poplar

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!

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