The blogger Weaver of Grass posted a poem written and yet not written by R S Thomas. What she did was to take various lines from different R S Thomas poems and then assemble them to make a new poem. I thought I'd give it a try. About 20 minutes ago I turned to Thomas Hardy. Here then is the result. The poem is compiled from lines from different Hardy poems selected by 'feel'. The result surprised me.
Thomas Hardy's poem from beyond the grave
It is a storm-strid night, winds footing swift
the twinkling gleams of lamp's sad beams
a car comes up, with lamps full glare
the eternal question of what Life was
changed to a firmament-riding earthless essence
the substance now, one phantom figure
saying that now you are not as you were.
I seem but a dead man held on an end
we were irked by the scene, by our own selves; yes.
This is the weather the cuckoo likes
his crypt the cloudy canopy
a black cat comes,wide-eyed and thin
a longlegs, a moth, and a dumbledore.
Church timbers crack and witches ride ...
(aided from the Beyond?)
*dumbledore here is a large bumble bee and definitely NOT a Harry Potter character.