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This poem is taken from PN Review 148, Volume 29 Number 2, November - December 2002.

from Arnold's Wood Jeremy Hooker

'He was close to nature.
He inspired us.' Looking up
from a student's words,
I saw leaves on a birch-tree
dancing in the wind,
and at once, in that glance,
I knew.

The words startled me
and in the tree
shaking, swaying, dancing
I saw their truth.
It was the rhythm of joy
given and received,
which I knew in an instant,
and hope not to forget again.

            *

Do we abandon the dead
by leaving places where they died?

Ask the daffodils dancing
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