A Sentence for Geoffrey Hill
i.m. Sir Geoffrey Hill 1932-2016
A heart has passed from the language:
never a dicey ticker
in utterance, but strong
with its binary one-two,
one-two buckle my shoe,
a crux here, chevalier,
nursery rhyme or wisdom,
exact despite syncopation
some critics claiming fibrillation,
febrile sonic boom-bama-boom,
much louder under water
in the expansive goldfish bowl
of contemporary unletters
whose thick-skinned glass is frosted
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