This poem is taken from PN Review 36, Volume 10 Number 4, March - April 1984.
Dragons in the Snow
Thaw to the hedgerows
left white crosses on the hill,
the first thrush sang.
Now a buzzard cries, confirming
silence under all.
The few bare trees are darker
for the fall that covers
boundaries,
...
left white crosses on the hill,
the first thrush sang.
Now a buzzard cries, confirming
silence under all.
The few bare trees are darker
for the fall that covers
boundaries,
...
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