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قراءة كتاب A Little Window
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اللغة: English
الصفحة رقم: 6
trim beds,
And stately garden house
Festooned with wisteria
And guarded by strutting peacock?
Or,
The wood’s garden,
The wild garden,
Tumbling over itself
With pale Jacks, and violets—
Blue and gold, and
Baby ferns, tucked
Within sheltering gnarled roots!
And mossy mounds, starred
With Trillium and Crane’s bill;
And patches of lavender sunlight,
(No, it’s wild Phlox,
In the flickering light)—
And fire-flies and flapping owls,
At twilight, and furry rabbits,
Bobbing ahead up the path.
The wild garden,
Tumbling over itself
With pale Jacks, and violets—
Blue and gold, and
Baby ferns, tucked
Within sheltering gnarled roots!
And mossy mounds, starred
With Trillium and Crane’s bill;
And patches of lavender sunlight,
(No, it’s wild Phlox,
In the flickering light)—
And fire-flies and flapping owls,
At twilight, and furry rabbits,
Bobbing ahead up the path.
Which would you choose?
When You Were a Little Girl
When you were a little girl
And you went driving with Grandfather,
If it rained, didn’t he braid up the horse’s tail
Binding it round with a bright silver band,
And fasten on the side curtains of the carriage
And pull the rubber “boot” over the dashboard?
And do you remember how the horse’s feet
Went “Plop, plop,” in and out of the mud,
And you felt the mist blow in on your face
When you managed to peer out over the curtain?
And didn’t you snuggle up close to Grandfather
And hug the Fairy Tale book
Which he was going to listen to
When the rain stopped and you lunched
Beside the road?
And you went driving with Grandfather,
If it rained, didn’t he braid up the horse’s tail
Binding it round with a bright silver band,
And fasten on the side curtains of the carriage
And pull the rubber “boot” over the dashboard?
And do you remember how the horse’s feet
Went “Plop, plop,” in and out of the mud,
And you felt the mist blow in on your face
When you managed to peer out over the curtain?
And didn’t you snuggle up close to Grandfather
And hug the Fairy Tale book
Which he was going to listen to
When the rain stopped and you lunched
Beside the road?
Didn’t your Grandfather always drive over
To the cheese factory, and bring out
The fresh cheese curd to you?
Can’t you remember the taste, even now?
And sometimes, when it stormed hard, and thundered
And lightened, and the crashing made the horse
Want to run, wouldn’t your Grandfather always say:
“Steady there, now, boy! Steady, boy!” so gently,
That neither you nor the horse were afraid after that
Because Grandfather said everything was all right,
And he knew. And wasn’t your Grandmother
Waiting in the doorway, watching a bit anxiously,
Until you turned into the yard?
Mine was.
To the cheese factory, and bring out
The fresh cheese curd to you?
Can’t you remember the taste, even now?
And sometimes, when it stormed hard, and thundered
And lightened, and the crashing made the horse
Want to run, wouldn’t your Grandfather always say:
“Steady there, now, boy! Steady, boy!” so gently,
That neither you nor the horse were afraid after that
Because Grandfather said everything was all right,
And he knew. And wasn’t your Grandmother
Waiting in the doorway, watching a bit anxiously,
Until you turned into the yard?
Mine was.
Flight