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                                     The Way Through the Woods


                                                             Rudyard Kipling











                             The poem gives us a glimpse into the mysterious sounds and shadows which often linger
                             behind people long after they have left. An old path through the woods has been long lost
                             under the trees and undergrowth. Yet the presence of the people who once frequented
                             the road can be felt amidst the wild freedom of nature. Are they ghosts? Or are they the
                             fading memories of lost people and events which exist only in our minds?






                         Th  ey shut the road through the woods          Yet, if you enter the woods
                         Seventy years ago.                              Of a summer evening late,
                         Weather and rain have undone it again,          When the night-air cools on the
                         And now you would never know                      trout-ringed pools
                         Th  ere was once a road through the woods       Where the otter whistles his mate,
                         Before they planted the trees.                  (Th  ey fear not men in the woods,
                                                      1
                                                                 2
                         It is underneath the coppice  and heath ,       Because they see so few.)
                                                 3
                                                                                               5
                         And the thin anemones .                         You will hear the beat  of a horse’s feet,
                         Only the keeper sees                            And the swish of a skirt in the dew,
                                                           4
                         Th  at, where the ring dove broods ,            Steadily cantering through
                         And the badgers roll at ease,                   Th  e misty solitudes,
                         Th  ere was once a road through the             As though they perfectly knew
                           woods.                                        Th  e old lost road through the woods . . .
                                                                         But there is no road through the woods.





                          1 coppice: a woodland where trees and plants are regularly cut down to stumps to encourage further growth
                          2 heath: a wasteland overgrown with shrubs
                          3 anemone: a kind of plant with brightly coloured fl owers
                          4 broods: (here) sits on its eggs to hatch them
                          5 beat: a rhythmic sound





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