A Memory
Four ducks on a pond, A grass-bank beyond, A blue sky of spring, White clouds on the wing; What a little thing To remember for years- To remember with tears!
William Allingham
Four ducks on a pond, A grass-bank beyond, A blue sky of spring, White clouds on the wing; What a little thing To remember for years- To remember with tears!
Imagine coming across an old, faded photo of four ducks on a pond, a grassy bank, some spring clouds. Nothing dramatic, just a quiet moment. That’s what this poem holds: an almost inconsequential scene that the speaker carried for years, and now it returns with a sudden ache.
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