RICHARD JEFFERIES SOCIETY
STUDY DAY
SATURDAY
24 June 2017
Connections and
Inspirations: the Influence of Richard Jefferies on Writers and Poets
This new anthology of extracts from Jefferies' writing is selected by Hugoe Matthews and Rebecca Welshman. It aims to highlight his broad, exploratory, and sometimes unpredictable nature in his works. The authors have focused primarily on short quotations which read well independently, and longer passages which demonstrate the context, the quality of the writing, or the flow of Richard Jefferies’ thoughts and observations. Where possible the selections are chronological and show a shift in the emphasis of his work from the 1870s, which focused largely on practical subjects such as farming and rural life, to his later work of increased sensitivity and perception of the natural world. Thereby they have sought to reveal the organic continuity and calm objectivity of Jefferies’ writing, which was present from his teens and addressed a diversity of subjects during an extraordinary era of change, illuminating both the man behind the words, and the times in which he lived.
The Anthology is published in a case-bound, thread-sewn book of 266 pages.
The book was published on 6 November 2010 to celebrate 162 years since the day the author was born.
ISBN: 978-0-9563751-2-4. Price £20 (plus postage: £2.50 UK) It can be ordered via the Richard Jefferies Society.Oh, mulberry tree, oh mulberry treeDear are thy spreading boughs to me.Beneath their cool and friendly shadeMy earliest childhood laughed and played,Or, lips all stained with rich red fruitSlept in the long grass at thy root.
Oh mulberry tree, oh mulberry tree !The yellow moonlight shone on thee.A few low words--a gentle sigh,A tear within the upturned eye.“I love—my fate to thee resign"—A nameless thrill, and she was mine.
The mid-day sun in splendour blazed,And all who stood around me praised.The deed was done, the fame went round,My brows with laurel leaves were crownedMy first—my proudest victoryBeneath thy boughs, oh mulberry tree.
The tears of Heaven were falling fast,Mourning the memory of the past.I knelt beneath the broken limbIn rain and night, and wept for him.I saw the tomb -- the planks laid there,To slide the coffin to its lair,"Ashes to ashes", this the end,My first, my last -- my only friend!
The morning stars grew pale and few,In chilly draughts the east wind blew,Lifting the black and frost-strewn leavesIn rustling eddies to the eaves.Deceived no more with life's vain lies,And all things equal in mine eyes,I wait--still near the mulberry tree,The dawning of eternity!
Whoe'er shall pluck the mulberry tree,Bitter and sweet its fruit shall be;Such --joy and misery still at strife,The berries of the Tree of Life!