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TRAUMA In a reticule of sunlight among grass-blades I howled up my sisters. They wouldn’t come. Curlews dissevered the sky. The quiet stalks flicked grasshoppers at me. I feel it now when I think with nerves only. ...
TRAUMA
In a reticule of sunlight among grass-blades
I howled up my sisters. They wouldn’t come.
Curlews dissevered the sky. The quiet stalks
flicked grasshoppers at me. I feel it now
when I think with nerves only.
...
(For full text see the Kindle ebook The Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)
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