Summer Evening (V)

To loose the door its fastening pin,
And let him with his corn begin.
Round the yard, a thousand ways,
Beasts in expectation gaze,
Catching at the loads of hay
Passing fodderers tug away.
Hogs with grumbling, deafening noise,
Bother round the server boys;
And, far and near, the motley group
Anxious claim their suppering-up.
From the rest, a blest release,
Gabbling home, the quarreling geese
Seek their warm straw-littered shed,
And, waddling, prate away to bed.
Nighted by unseen delay,
Poking hens, that lose their way,
On the hovel's rafters rise,
Slumbering there, the fox's prize.
(tbc)

1 comment:

Nomad said...

It strikes me that lines like these, and his usual knack for colouring in the texture and sound of things, may make Clare's poems particularly satisfying reading (or listening) for hearing- and visually-impaired people! Anyone have any thoughts on this?