these are the timesdirty beloved
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Why?

24.3.06

Variations on a Line by Peter Redgrove

...in deep pockets hacked from rock
under slate black weather in slate black Wales.

Or maybe the wind is the voice of the clock
wailing to cohorts of lichened stone
built to hold fast the tribal hills,
telling tales, telling tales...


Anne Stevenson
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