Hi Arthur,
Love the language here, how it is evocative of its subject and how the
sonnet form is not intrusive on the poem but provides a terrific backbone.
Excellent, is all I can say really.
bw
James
>From: Arthur <[log in to unmask]>
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>Subject: New sub: Dry Stone Walls
>Date: Mon, 18 Mar 2002 08:37:25 -0000
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> Dry stone walls
>
>Harsh as the dialect, hewn from millstone grit
>or limestone they piece and parcel-out the shires.
>Wind-fingers probe between stones' ill-fit
>Moss-sodden, lush, under dripping birches,
>or pale as a picked bone, isled with lichen,
>they stride up flanks of fells, true to contour.
>The sinuous mass and loom and sweep of them
>bars the land like silent sentries, grim and dour.
>
>Some mammoth greed conceived this lift and haul
>heft and shift of a task, that bewilders,
>humbles us, such toil and craft in each wall.
>Sack-draped backs hunched under drench of centuries,
>men and stone, bent to deny, heaved like moles,
>to shape these monumental barriers.
bw
James
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