This poem is taken from PN Review 36, Volume 10 Number 4, March - April 1984.
Wind Blew Once
Wind blew once till it seemed
the earth would be skinned from the fields,
the hard roots bared.
Then it was again
a quiet October,
red berries on grey rock
and blue sky, with a buzzard crying.
I scythed half-moons in long grass,
...
the earth would be skinned from the fields,
the hard roots bared.
Then it was again
a quiet October,
red berries on grey rock
and blue sky, with a buzzard crying.
I scythed half-moons in long grass,
...
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