From Alice Oswald, Various Portents. Various stars. Various kings. Various sunsets, signs, cursory insights. Many minute attentions, many knowledgeable watchers, Much cold, much overbearing darkness. Various long midwinter Glooms. Various Solitary and Terrible Stars. Many Frosty Nights, many previously Unseen Sky-flowers. Many people setting out (some of them kings) all clutching at stars. Continue reading “TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY SIX”
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TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY THREE
Sylvina Ocampo, The Pines (book here). You didn’t listen to the beating of a tree’s heart, couched against the trunk gazing upwards, you didn’t see the leaves moving with the throb of a heart, you didn’t feel the shudder of the swaying branches above your body, you didn’t listen to the heart of the pinesContinue reading “TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY THREE”
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