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This poem is taken from PN Review 36, Volume 10 Number 4, March - April 1984.

Homecoming Clive Wilmer

1 Mid-winter

The year goes out in wrath. And through the winter
Are scattered little days like cottages.
And lampless, hourless nights; and grey mornings,
Their indistinguishable images.

Summertime, autumn - time and season passing,
And brown death has seized on every fruit.
And new cold stars appear now in the darkness,
Unseen before, even from the ship's roof.

Pathless is every life. And every path
Bewildered. The end unknown. And whoso seeks
And finds a path finds that his utterance breaks
Off in sight of it, empty the hands he shakes.


2 A Winter Evening

When snow falls on pane and sill,
Long peals are borne on evening air;
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