Classic Poem

Look through the naked bramble & black thorn
& see the arum show its vivid green
Glossy & rich & some ink spotted like the morn
Ing sky with clouds — in sweetest neuks Ive been
& seen the arum sprout its happy green
Full of spring visions & green thoughts o' may
Dead leaves a' litter where its leaves are seen
Broader & brighter green from day to day
Beneath the hedges in their leafless spray.