Tuesday, July 18, 2006


The Listeners

'Is there anybody there?' said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
Of the forest's ferny floor:
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveller's head
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
'Is there anybody there?' he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Traveller's call.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
'Neath the starred and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote on the door, even
Louder, and lifted his head:-
'Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word,' he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
From the one man left awake:
Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone.

-- Walter De La Mare

Picture above photographed at Muir Woods with my point and shoot camera on 04/04/06.


Blogger Gary said...

I have to admit that I don't understand that poem. I have read it before and I didn't understand it then either. Even though I don't understand it, I like it a lot. The imagery is amazing.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006 9:39:00 AM  
Blogger Lee said...

I like the idea of surging silence!

Thursday, July 20, 2006 6:01:00 AM  
Blogger Jessica said...

Absolutely gorgeous!

Friday, July 21, 2006 7:21:00 AM  

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