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An old one
From:
Dominic Fox <[log in to unmask]>
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Poetryetc provides a venue for a dialogue relating to poetry and poetics <[log in to unmask]>
Date:
Sun, 13 Apr 2003 23:03:39 +0100
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FRATRES Grave's hill, barrow mound, head- over-heels furrow. Turned earth, the turf inclines to no daylight or nightlight. The frame keeps, is kept; moisture seeps under the glass. You forge. You forget. The grass grows you.
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