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There is wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.
Nought warm where your hand was,
Nought gold where your hair was,
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.
Cold wind where your voice was,
Tears, tears where my heart was,
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.
November by Walter de la Mare
Magazine Poetry reading 2
Hi all. I thought we should start a new thread for reading some of the lovely poetry being published in the Magazine.
I will read the poem each month and you can add your reading to it, creating a useful listening practise resource. You can follow the words here:-https://english-magazine.org/poetry-and-song/english-poetry/4434-synaesthesia
If you want to do any others, feel free to start a new thread for those.