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This poem is taken from PN Review 186, Volume 35 Number 4, March - April 2009.

Four Poems Oli Hazzard

Moving In

You take me down to the crease in the hills
Where the farm’s boundaries are smothered
By brambles and the dry stream-bed lies
Like a pelt - we follow it quietly, shoeless,
Listening to the waves at Calpe knead into
The beach, and reaching out my hand to
Touch your hair we are suddenly
Aware of the sensation that we are being
Overheard: yet all there is on this side
Of the valley is the fuzz of telephone
Wires overhead and darkness slowly
Encroaching behind the skin-pink clouds -
The orange trees, after all, seem to clutch themselves
Above the safflowers and alfalfas that
Spring from the ground like cocked eyebrows -

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