Igcse Poems
IGCSE Songs of Ourselves
Poetry anthology 2009-2011
The Grange School English Department
The Voice Thomas Hardy
Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me, Saying that now you are not as you were When you had changed from the one who was all to me, But as at first, when our day was fair. Can it be you that I hear? Let me view you, then, Standing as when I drew near to the town Where you would wait for me: yes, as I knew you then, Even to the original air-blue gown! Or is it only the breeze in its listlessness Travelling across the wet mead to me here, You being ever dissolved to wan wistlessness, Heard no more again far or near? Thus I; faltering forward, Leaves around me falling, Wind oozing thin through the thorn from norward,
And the woman calling.
Mead: field: meadow
Wistlessness: inattentiveness
Norward: northern parts Time Allen Curnow I am the nor'west air nosing among the pines I am the water-race and the rust on the railway lines I am the mileage recorder on the yellow signs. I am dust, I am distance, I am lupins back of the beach I am the sums the sole-charge teachers teach I am cows called to milking and the magpie's screech I am nine o'clock in the morning when the office is clean I am the slap of the belting and the smell of the machine I am the place in the park where the
Poetry anthology 2009-2011
The Grange School English Department
The Voice Thomas Hardy
Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me, Saying that now you are not as you were When you had changed from the one who was all to me, But as at first, when our day was fair. Can it be you that I hear? Let me view you, then, Standing as when I drew near to the town Where you would wait for me: yes, as I knew you then, Even to the original air-blue gown! Or is it only the breeze in its listlessness Travelling across the wet mead to me here, You being ever dissolved to wan wistlessness, Heard no more again far or near? Thus I; faltering forward, Leaves around me falling, Wind oozing thin through the thorn from norward,
And the woman calling.
Mead: field: meadow
Wistlessness: inattentiveness
Norward: northern parts Time Allen Curnow I am the nor'west air nosing among the pines I am the water-race and the rust on the railway lines I am the mileage recorder on the yellow signs. I am dust, I am distance, I am lupins back of the beach I am the sums the sole-charge teachers teach I am cows called to milking and the magpie's screech I am nine o'clock in the morning when the office is clean I am the slap of the belting and the smell of the machine I am the place in the park where the