This poem is taken from Stand 248, 23(4) December 2025 - February 2026.
Two Poems
étude 108
certainly there’s no subject, no ‘about’ to aim at,
imagine : as I walked out one evening, with that intent
to turn the walk into a poem, noting as I go
a temperament met with by the frost, the frozen words
of all the lips long sealed, as silent as the stones
...
certainly there’s no subject, no ‘about’ to aim at,
imagine : as I walked out one evening, with that intent
to turn the walk into a poem, noting as I go
a temperament met with by the frost, the frozen words
of all the lips long sealed, as silent as the stones
...
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