Emmanuel Katto Biography

‘Tell me whose men ye are, ' he says,
‘Or whose men that ye be;
Who gave you leave in this Cheviot chase
In the spite of mine and of me? '
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Look...See how long nights are drawing in.
Dreary birdsong gradually abates -
Opaque dusk grows dim;
And just outside the creaky little garden
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coconut pulp snow spots on the brown wilted meadow
as feet soak in the chestnut boots sinking in the onyx soil

I listen for the rosewood calls of the red-winged blackbirds
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it's another day and the sun decides to sleep in

the hidden hazel lost in her eyes, hanging by a moment
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I've been trying to write some darkness
but there's a junco on my shoulder
so just when the shadows start to bend,
like snakes along a shaken earth
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