The moment I tire
of difficult sand-grains
and giddy pebbles,
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Splendid & moving thank you. A comet aiming at the sisters a question mark, a sieve there in the height a keyhole or a flourishing tree through and beyond there are other constellations
an easy way through would be dust or dew in the world behind if that mattered at all, which is no longer true, with its faces and cries. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing it.
quick fish apply as something to love? This is pretentious crap. Not carp. Crap.
Very good poem which one might expect from a former poet laureate of England.
Diving is the easy way to hide thyself! great to read