The Cuckoo

Edward Thomas

1878 to 1917

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Ten times with an angry voice he shouted
"Ho! Ho!" but not in anger, for that was his way.
That's the cuckoo, you say. I cannot hear it.
Not the cuckoo at all, but my man's "Ho! Ho!" instead.
The cuckoo calling, the children listening, and me saying, "Nay."
Too well the year when first I failed to hear it—
It was drowned by my man groaning out to his sheep "Ho! Ho!"
And now, as you said, "There it is," I was hearing
The cuckoo's note would be drowned by the voice of my dead.
And I think that even if I could lose my deafness
He died that Summer, and that is how I remember
When last I heard it I cannot recall; but I know