Eliot Hodgkin, "The Haberdashers' Hall, 8 May 1945" (1945)
In the Fallow Field
I went down on my hands and knees
Looking for trees,
Twin leaves that, sprung from seeds,
Were now too big
For stems much thinner than a twig.
These soon with chamomile and clover
And other fallow weeds
Would be turned over;
And I was thinking how
It was a pity someone should not know
That a great forest fell before the plough.
Andrew Young, Collected Poems (Rupert Hart-Davis 1960).
Whenever I read Andrew Young's poetry, I cannot help but feel that I have paid insufficient attention to the world around me. The following poem provides another instance of Young teaching us how to be on the lookout for things that we might otherwise miss.
The Fairy Ring
Here the horse-mushrooms make a fairy ring,
Some standing upright and some overthrown,
A small Stonehenge, where heavy black snails cling
And bite away, like Time, the tender stone.
Andrew Young, Ibid.
Eliot Hodgkin, "Undergrowth" (1941)