David Hockney The arrival of spring in Woldgate 2011 Exhibited in the Royal Academy David Hockney: A Bigger Picture exhibition
They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again,
And now you would never know
There was once a road through the woods
Before they planted the trees.
It is underneath the coppice and heath
And the thin anemones.
Only the keepere sees
That, where the ring-dove broods,
And the badger roll at ease,
There was once a road through the woods.
Yet, if you enter the woods
Of a summer evening late,
When the otter whistles his mate,
(They fear not men in the woods,
Because they see so few.)
You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,
And the swish of a skirt in the dew,
Steadily cantering through
The misty solitudes,
As though they perfectly knew
The old lost road through the woods...
But there is no road through the woods.