The Garden After Andrew Marvell It was a time of laurels, a fearless time. I broke away to write – bed in the woods, on the river a moon of ice. Nights unsealed, and the knot of sleep slipped, a beat into waking. You came and took me like a child by the hand to … Continue reading Four Poems
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