“Bowland Beth”: a poem by David Harsent
That she made shapes in air That she saw the world as pattern and light moorland to bare mountain drawn…
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That she made shapes in air That she saw the world as pattern and light moorland to bare mountain drawn…
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ByA poem by Christopher Reid.
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ByA poem by E M Forster, first published in the New Statesman on 6 August 1938.
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Bylocale lyric & all the ls a shell where a mollusc dwells worn almost flat then after the beach &…
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