Paul HADFIELD Poems
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Returning To Hadrian's Wall
</></>At the thought's end
The eye, tracing your lineage, falters
Yet Nature is immune tto imperfection
Above the torrent at High Force. Lacunae?
Clear sky at day-end.
I found you out
In the fret of a lost empire
'You made appointments in this decay? '
Phantoms skelter in the broken ditch
Caught up in the bright whins
Hardly bound to summon up
What once was surely made of them.
January Two thousand and twelve
Again the slow limbs stir
Provocation after a year fallow, ...