The Way Through The Woods
They shut the road through the
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again,
And now you would never
There was once a road through the
Before they planted the trees.
It is underneath the coppice and heath,
And the thin anemones.
Only the keeper
That, where the ring-dove broods,
And the badgers roll at ease,
There was once a road through the woods.
Yet, if you enter the
Of a summer evening late,
When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed
Where 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
The misty solitudes,
As though they perfectly
The old lost road through the woods….
But there is no road through the woods.
Line 20 There has seen much debate about the meaning of "skirt" at this point with 3 basic meanings predominant.either a 'skirt' is the hairy part of a horse tailora "skirt" is an archaic word for part of a saddleora "skirt" is an item of woman's clothing.
There is a apparently a letter from Kipling to his sister about a poem with a phantom and a female rider (See Kipling Society web site) but the poem is unspecified and the point is still in doubt as to which of the 3 legitimate references Kipling intended.
As in many things the readers are invited to interpret the meaning for themselves.
Rudyard Kipling
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