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We all
/ Expect
/ Literature to
/ Look special…
Nineteen fifty six was a momentous year,
/ The year of Suez…
They are fermin the fower winds:
/ Five grey- stemmed daffodils
/ on the hill abuin Eynhallow
/ that whirlmagig air intil pouer.
/
/ Aa Simmerdim on Flotta…
I was definitely typed, doomed
to be an exponent of evil
Privilege or necessity of age
/ this twice or thrice nightly quitting
/ warm pit for a slash in the dark?
/
/ Not that…
There’s a whole country at the foot of the stone
/ If you care to look
/ These are the stones we have instead…
Monday I found a boot –
/ Rust and salt leather.
/ I gave it back to the sea, to dance in.
/
/ Tuesday a spar…
The old go, one by one, like guttered flames.
/ This past winter
/ …
They drove to the Market with ringing pockets.
/
/ Folster found a girl
/ Who put wounds on his face and throat,
/ Small and…
Puffins, windblown
/ come careering in
/ wings tilted
/ bright feet braced
/ outstretched
/ to catch the ledge.
/ They gather in rows
/ on narrow balconies
/ tiny, gaudy, gossiping gods
/ paintbox beaks a-gabble
/ heads…
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