This poem is taken from Poetry Nation 2 Number 2, 1974.

Three Poems

Robert Nye


ALL HALLOWS

Once as a child I saw the willows
Across the river at All Hallows,
Each one distinct although six miles away.
What brought them close and brings them now again
Sharp to the mind's eye like an icon of it?
An orthodox theology of tears.


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