Laurie Lee Poems
- Apples Behold the apples’ rounded worlds: juice-green of ...
- Home From Abroad Far-fetched with tales of other worlds and ...
- April Rise If ever I saw blessing in the air I see it now ...
- Town Owl On eves of cold, when slow coal fires, rooted in ...
- Milkmaid The girl's far treble, muted to the heat, calls ...
- Winter Poem Tonight the wind gnaws with teeth of glass The ...
- Christmas Landscape Tonight the wind gnaws With teeth of ...
Though many biographies say that Laurie Lee was born is Slad, his family seems to have moved there when he was three. This move affected him a lot and has been written about in great detail many many years later in Cider with Rosie "I was set down from the carrier's cart at the age of three; and there with a sense of bewilderment and terror my life in the village began.
The June grass, amongst which I stood, was taller than I was, and I wept. I had never been so close to grass before. It towered above me and all around me, each blade tattooed with tiger-skins of sunlight. It was knife-edged, dark, and a wicked green, thick as a forest and alive with grasshoppers that chirped ... more »
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Comments about Laurie Lee
Behold the apples’ rounded worlds:
juice-green of July rain,
the black polestar of flowers, the rind
mapped with its crimson stain.
The russet, crab and cottage red
burn to the sun’s hot brass,
then drop like sweat from every branch
and bubble in the grass.
They lie as wanton as they fall,
and where they fall and break,
the stallion clamps his crunching jaws,
the starling stabs his beak.
In each plump gourd the cidery bite
of boys’ teeth tears the skin;
the waltzing wasp consumes his share,
the bent worm enters in.
I, with as easy...