This poem is taken from PN Review 36, Volume 10 Number 4, March - April 1984.
From a Pill-box on the Solent
On a day of ripped cloud,
Angled light, wind against tide,
I am tempted to begin
The story of my life.
Waves come from far off,
Through the gap they have made,
Between Purbeck and Wight.
Surf booms in the pill-box,
...
Angled light, wind against tide,
I am tempted to begin
The story of my life.
Waves come from far off,
Through the gap they have made,
Between Purbeck and Wight.
Surf booms in the pill-box,
...
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