Far again, far,
And the Pentland howling psalms of separation
Lifts and falls, lifts and falls between.
But present pain
Folds like a firth round islets that contain
A sheepfold and a single habitation -
Moments in our summer of success -
Or the greater islands, colonized and built with peace.
Cold knives of light
Make every outline clear in a northern island,
The separating [...]
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Kirkwall 1942
Posted in Anne Ridler, Poetry on December 20, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
