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This poem is taken from PN Review 95, Volume 20 Number 3, January - February 1994.

Sara Coleridge Speaks Anne Beresford

The magnificent scenery,
which of course you describe magnificently,
has not gone unnoticed -
those starry nights
frost or snow glittering on the trees,
I, too, have remarked
as I walked back and forth
soothing a fractious baby.
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