![]() ![]() The poem recounts a time the poet, on her way to a romantic rendezvous, meets an old woman begging on the street. Anna Swir’s “The Same Inside” is a kind of touchstone for me, a poem I carry in my heart. Let me start this twin-poem discussion with third poem. These things, these things were here and but the beholderĪnd hurls for him, O half hurls earth for him off under his feet. Majestic – as a stallion stalwart, very-violet-sweet! – Rapturous love’s greeting of realer, of rounder replies?Īnd the azurous hung hills are his world-wielding shoulder I walk, I lift up, I lift up heart, eyes,ĭown all that glory in the heavens to glean our Saviour Īnd, eyes, heart, what looks, what lips yet gave you a Meal-drift moulded ever and melted across the skies? Of silk-sack clouds! has wilder, wilful-waiver Summer ends now now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks ariseĪround up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviour
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