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LETTER
TO CRISPIN
1993
I
write to you, who are still part of me
but
living in a country where the ways
are
strange, of course, as I once found them too:
lone
lodgings, an empty fairground foreignness,
odd fricatives of sight and smell,
motel vowels everywhere,
love’s labials
and
the guttural fixation of ambition.
...
(For full text see
the Kindle ebook The
Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)
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