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For monie soundin years, yir voice rang abune the wuids, / Owre the corn o Kilmeny an the siller Tay:
For monie soundin years, yir voice rang abune the wuids, / Owre the corn o Kilmeny an the siller Tay:
Allah Dad and Hira Singh,
/ You and I fought for the King!
/ Hajal Moka, Suba Khan,
/ You stood with us, man to man…
When first I saw you in the curious street,
/ Like some platoon of soldier ghosts in grey,
/ My mad impulse was…
i.m. Les Powici
/
/ Britten’s Pond, a July dusk
/ mayflies hazing the flat, brown water
/ as the day’s last rooks flowed into the trees
/ and…
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