Amazing Nature Photos

Transformations

by
 Portion of this yew
Is a man my grandsire knew,
Bosomed here at its foot:
This branch may be his wife,
A ruddy human life
Now turned to a green shoot.
These grasses must be made Of her who often prayed, Last century, for repose; And the fair girl long ago Whom I often tried to know May be entering this rose.
So, they are not underground, But as nerves and veins abound In the growths of upper air, And they feel the sun and rain, And the energy again That made them what they were!

Poem by
Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem - TransformationsEmail Poem | Create an image from this poem

Top Thomas Hardy Poems

Analysis and Comments on Transformations

Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem Transformations here.