Amy Clampitt Forever Poems
- 1. A Hedge Of Rubber Trees
The West Village by then was changing; before long
the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge
would have slipped into trendier hands. She lived,
impervious to trends, behind a potted hedge of
... - 2. A Cure At Porlock
For whatever did itâ??the cider
at the Ship Inn, where the crowd
from the bar that night had overflowed
singing into Southeyâ??s Corner, or
... - 3. Beach Glass
While you walk the water's edge,
turning over concepts
I can't envision, the honking buoy
serves notice that at any time
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