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Lost Poem
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Hi
Does anyone know who wrote a poem which includes a phrase something like: "...since you and I have agreed to let the weeds grow on the road between us....." I'm pretty sure it's someone mid 20th or a bit later, but I can't find it (and as you can guess, can't really remember it either!!).
Thanks
Does anyone know who wrote a poem which includes a phrase something like: "...since you and I have agreed to let the weeds grow on the road between us....." I'm pretty sure it's someone mid 20th or a bit later, but I can't find it (and as you can guess, can't really remember it either!!).
Thanks
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Since we agreed to let the road between us
Fall to disuse,
And bricked our gates up, planted trees to screen us,
And turned all time's eroding agents loose,
Silence, and space, and strangers - our neglect
Has not had much effect.
Leaves drift unswept, perhaps; grass creeps unmown;
No other change.
So clear it stands, so little overgrown,
Walking that way tonight would not seem strange,
And still would be followed. A little longer,
And time would be the stronger,
Drafting a world where no such road will run
From you to me;
To watch that world come up like a cold sun,
Rewarding others, is my liberty.
Not to prevent it is my will's fulfillment.
Willing it, my ailment.
Since we agreed to let the road between us
Fall to disuse,
And bricked our gates up, planted trees to screen us,
And turned all time's eroding agents loose,
Silence, and space, and strangers - our neglect
Has not had much effect.
Leaves drift unswept, perhaps; grass creeps unmown;
No other change.
So clear it stands, so little overgrown,
Walking that way tonight would not seem strange,
And still would be followed. A little longer,
And time would be the stronger,
Drafting a world where no such road will run
From you to me;
To watch that world come up like a cold sun,
Rewarding others, is my liberty.
Not to prevent it is my will's fulfillment.
Willing it, my ailment.