This poem is taken from Poetry Nation 1 Number 1, 1973.
Three Poems
Three Poems
AFTER CHRISTMAS
This frosted morning with fog lifting
Things seem in balance - slowed and held
In crystalline arrest.
The trees stationed in mist,
A row of gulls hesitant on goalposts,
Church bells even,
Men's future, which at times it seems
ten minutes' thought could take you right through:
The lost and the not yet found
In balance - unless
It is all a trick of dawn,
Of the sun's lowness, of the length of shadows on the
frozen ground.
MIDWINTER SPRING
...
AFTER CHRISTMAS
This frosted morning with fog lifting
Things seem in balance - slowed and held
In crystalline arrest.
The trees stationed in mist,
A row of gulls hesitant on goalposts,
Church bells even,
Men's future, which at times it seems
ten minutes' thought could take you right through:
The lost and the not yet found
In balance - unless
It is all a trick of dawn,
Of the sun's lowness, of the length of shadows on the
frozen ground.
MIDWINTER SPRING
...
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