This poem is taken from PN Review 36, Volume 10 Number 4, March - April 1984.
Pitts Deep
Over Abbey ploughland
On a brown, winter day
Of Cistercian calm,
No one will go observing
The silver bell mouth of the sky,
Or cross the manorial path
Into oakwoods descending
Almost to the water -
...
On a brown, winter day
Of Cistercian calm,
No one will go observing
The silver bell mouth of the sky,
Or cross the manorial path
Into oakwoods descending
Almost to the water -
...
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