This poem is taken from PN Review 36, Volume 10 Number 4, March - April 1984.
Diana and Actaeon
He strays from sun to shade
And hears his favourite hound
Cry in some distant glade
That the tired deer is bayed.
At once, almost, the sound
Cannot be placed: he peers
Distractedly around
At unfamiliar ground.
...
And hears his favourite hound
Cry in some distant glade
That the tired deer is bayed.
At once, almost, the sound
Cannot be placed: he peers
Distractedly around
At unfamiliar ground.
...
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