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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Logs on the Hearth A Memory of a Sister The fire advances along the log Of the tree we felled, Which bloomed and bore striped apples by the peck Till its last hour of bearing knelled. The fork that first my hand would reach And then my foot In climbings upward inch by inch, lies now Sawn, sapless, darkening with soot. Where the bark chars is where, one year, It was pruned, and bled – Then overgrew the wound. But now, at last, Its growings all have stagnated. My fellow-climber rises dim From her chilly grave – Just as she was, her foot near mine on the bending limb, Laughing, her young brown hand awave. December 1915 Thomas Hardy's other poems:
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