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A
CHILD WAKING
for
Undine
Unoccupied
by sleep the infant cries.
She
tries a mew until it’s a miaow
that
rises through the cot-rails, silent bars,
sharp-edged,
to where it’s recognised.
...
(For full text
see the Kindle ebook
The Nature of Things
(Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)
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