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Early in the woods

Early in the woods


How still it is here in the woods. The trees
Stand motionless, as if they do not dare
To stir, lest it should break the spell. The air
Hangs quiet as spaces in a marble frieze.
Even this little brook, that runs at ease,
Whispering and gurgling in its knotted bed,
Seems but to deepen with its curling thread
Of sound the shadowy sun-pierced silences.

Sometimes a hawk screams or a woodpecker
Startles the stillness from its fixèd mood
With his loud careless tap. Sometimes I hear
The dreamy white-throat from some far-off tree
Pipe slowly on the listening solitude
His five pure notes succeeding pensively.
– Archibald Lampman

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  1. Right now I can not specify what I like more: the pictures or the poeme.

    A greeting

  2. Uwe

    Thank you Rosa. I also like the poem that much. It tells the truth in wonderful words. :-)

  3. gorgeous light!

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