Ze passen al bij al goed samen, Thomas Hardy en Kerstmis.
The Oxen
Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
“Now they are all on their knees,”
An elder said as we sat in a flock
By the embers in hearthside ease.
We pictured the meek mild creatures where
They dwelt in their strawy pen,
Nor did it occur to one of us there
To doubt they were kneeling then.
So fair a fancy few would weave
In these years! Yet, I feel,
If someone said on Christmas Eve,
“Come; see the oxen kneel,
“In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
Our childhood used to know,”
I should go with him in the gloom,
Hoping it might be so.
mooi gedicht, en tja t’is waar: “So fair a fancy few would weave
In these years! ”
en als volwassene zucht men eerder om de donkere tijden, maar toch, die kerstmagie zit er nog diep in (gelukkig maar)
prettige eindejaarsfeesten toegewenst!
Ook voor jou, Flâneur!
Een lievelingsregel van me, “so fair a fancy…”. En dan de slotregel natuurlijk.