ShiningKnight Posted August 15, 2004 Report Share Posted August 15, 2004 Trilobite in the Wenlock Shales When the kingfisher flitted Under the hazels I entered again into boyhood Over a hurrying water. The church clock dropped the quarters nearby And from a little school Children hallooed like enchanted animals But I was watching a water that shipped the wild apples With all the time in the world Patient as a fisher bird In the hazel light to learn to be a finder Of life, its mark, on a black stone Opened like a butterfly, a soul that water, Swaling and swaling, had let be seen. David Constantine Poetry London Number 47 Spriing 2004 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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