Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHERE THE PICNIC WAS, by THOMAS HARDY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Where we made the fire Last Line: For evermore Subject(s): Picnics; Barbecues | ||||||||
WHERE we made the fire In the summer time Of branch and briar On the hill to the sea, I slowly climb Through winter mire, And scan and trace The forsaken place Quite readily. Now a cold wind blows, And the grass is gray, But the spot still shows As a burnt circle - aye, And stick-ends, charred, Still strew the sward Whereon I stand, Last relic of the band Who came that day! Yes, I am here Just as last year, And the sea breathes brine From its strange straight line Up hither, the same As when we four came. - But two have wandered far From this grassy rise Into urban roar Where no picnics are, And one - has shut her eyes For evermore | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EDEN ROCK by CHARLES STANLEY CAUSLEY THE BEACH PICNIC by FAIRFAX DOWNEY CHURCH PICNIC by LINCOLN FITZELL A RAINY PICNIC DAY by BURGES JOHNSON THE ALL OF IT by MOLLY PEACOCK AND THERE WAS A GREAT CALM' by THOMAS HARDY |
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