That's striking, Dom. There's a real reach, or a tingle, in some of the
images and phrases, I do notice though a very Geoffrey Hill feel to it,
early-middle period I'd warily suggest, but that's not a criticism.
Best
Dave
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Sent: Sunday, January 06, 2002 1:38 PM
Subject: They're rodentlike, and they're virtuous...
> Troppo, that last one. Needing to unwind,
> the lyric self slips into a side-alley
> stellated with detritus. Childhood's end
> is more childhood, although not necessarily.
> Who among us is not some sort of child
> still dragging along the undismantled trap
> sprung in the early chapters? So befouled
> you appear, as you are, downtrodden and hung-up
> as healing commences with a floral tribute.
> As if seduction were reversible -
> as if you could back out the dark wood
> the way you came, and not be answerable
> to that dark wood's dark gods - so melodrama,
> pitching herself at lenient amor.
>
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