:: Déjà vu | 似曾相識 ::

They shut the road through the woods

Seventy years ago

Weather and tain have undone it again

And now you would never know

There was once a road through the woods

Before they planted the trees

It is underneath the coppice and heath

And the thin anemones

Only the keeper sees

That, where the ring- dove broods

And the badgers roll at ease,

There was once a road through the woods.



Yet, if you enter the woods

Of a summer evening late,

When the night- air cools on the trout- ringed pools

Where the otter whistles his mate

(They fear not men in the woods,

Because the see so few)

You will hear the beat of a horse's feet

And the swish of a skirt in the dew

Steadily cantering through

The misty solitudes

As through they perfectly knew

The old lost road through the woods