Here you will find the Poem Christmas Landscape of poet Laurie Lee
Tonight the wind gnaws With teeth of glass, The jackdaw shivers In caged branches of iron, The stars have talons. There is hunger in the mouth Of vole and badger, Silver agonies of breath In the nostril of the fox, Ice on the rabbit?s paw. Tonight has no moon, No food for the pilgrim; The fruit tree is bare, The rose bush a thorn And the ground is bitter with stones. But the mole sleeps, and the hedgehog Lies curled in a womb of leaves, The bean and the wheat-seed Hug their germs in the earth And the stream moves under the ice. Tonight there is no moon, But a new star opens Like a silver trumpet over the dead. Tonight in a nest of ruins The blessed babe is laid. And the fir tree warms to a bloom of candles, And the child lights his lantern, Stares at his tinselled toy; And our hearts and hearths Smoulder with live ashes. In the blood of our grief The cold earth is suckled, In our agony the womb Convulses its seed; In the first cry of anguish The child?s first breath is born.
