Wednesday, 16 April 2014

Patchwork Poem

Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
at the crystal moon at the red branch
lie
safe and sure forever and ever
the whir of sober birds

(Birches-Robert Frost)
(If You Ever Forget Me- Pablo Neruda)
(On the 24th Of May-
(Lovesong- Ted Hughes)

(A Late Walk- Robert Frost)


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