The Beech-Wood - by
When the long, varnished buds of beech
/ Point out beyond their reach,
/ And tanned by summer suns
/ Leaves of black bryony turn…
When the long, varnished buds of beech
/ Point out beyond their reach,
/ And tanned by summer suns
/ Leaves of black bryony turn…
Under the gritted lid of winter
/ each ice-puddle’s broken plate
/ cracked to a star. The morning
/ assembling itself into black and white, the…
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