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little corner of England (19) In the Archives

James Farrar’s words home, pasted bound
letters loop, black ink against onionskin, the sky
all clear, this boy has no fear just knows the known
little England, little England in May. is to die for.
the mourning doves, the pearl grey haze above moors,
bluebells really do grow in the woods.
he was always meant to fly.

refuse elegy. transgress the patent
all war poetry is not despair.
lean into life pasted bound,
into his maroon notebook
grounded in the archives alive
in letters looped, black ink against onionskin
kiss what is there. what is there.
his sky.


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Sarah Hilliard

Your voice at its finest. I miss you…..

May 24 2012 · 23:40

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