This poem is taken from Stand 223, 17(3) September - November 2019.

Sasha Dugdale Poem
Eternal Feminine

The downs are certainly lovely, although by mortal loveliness
did you mean they would disappear one day? They are the eternal
feminine, to be walked over, and in and under, they are heaven,
they are rifle ranges, and rusting tanks, they are long summer bostals
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