--Susan HoweThe pastwill overtakealien forceour houseformedof my mindto enterexplorerin a forestof myselffor allmy learningSolitudequietand quieterfringeof treesby a riverbridges blackon the deepthe heaving seaa watcher standsto see her shipwinging awayThick noisesmerge in moonlightdark ripplesdissolvinganddefiningspheresandsnaresPlace of importance as in the old daysstood on the ramparts of the fortthe open sea outsidealone with water-birds and cattleknee-deep in a streamgrove of reedsherons watching from the bankhengeswhole fields honeycombed with souterrainshumanbones through the gloomwhose sudden mouthsurrounded my facea thread of blue around the coastfeathery mooneternity swallows up timepeaceable as foamO cabbage gardenssummer’s elegysunset survived
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