Amy Clampitt Night Poems
- 1. A Hermit Thrush
Nothing's certain. Crossing, on this longest day,
the low-tide-uncovered isthmus, scrambling up
the scree-slope of what at high tide
will be again an island,
... - 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. A Silence
past parentage or gender
beyond sung vocables
the slipped-between
the so infinitesimal
... - 4. 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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