There is nothing more than composing
sonnets and blank verse,
like Larkin and Heaney never willingly leaving home,
seeing character and landscape grow:
no television, by view of partition
a barbed wire sandwich
a calculated drip feed reaction.
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 6:52 PM UTC
There is nothing more than composing
sonnets and blank verse,
like Larkin and Heaney never willingly leaving home,
seeing character and landscape grow:
no television, by view of partition
a barbed wire sandwich
a calculated drip feed reaction.
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