Reading a letter


SHE sits on the recreation ground
  Under an oak whose yellow buds dot the pale
     blue sky.
The young grass twinkles in the wind, and the sound
  Of the wind in the knotted buds in a canopy.
So sitting under the knotted canopy
  Of the wind, she is lifted and carried away as in
    a balloon
Across the insensible void, till she stoops to see
  The sandy desert beneath her, the dreary platoon.
She knows the waste all dry beneath her, in one
  Stirring with earth-coloured life, ever turning and
But never the motion has a human face
  Nor sound, save intermittent machinery whirring.
And so again, on the recreation ground
  She alights a stranger, wondering, unused to the
Suffering at sight of the children playing around,
  Hurt at the chalk-coloured tulips, and the even-


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