This poem is taken from PN Review 16, Volume 7 Number 2, November - December 1980.
Three PoemsDRAGONS 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,
and in their place reveals
contrasting absolutes.
We are so small,
the boy and I, between
the snowclouds and the snow.
He starts from here,
who talks of dragons
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