XXIV
for Barbara at Devizes
And suddenly you was talking trees
fall black with birds behind the hill
and green as grass fly off
into the sun o blinding girl
the whole cathedral crash at your back
XXV
Not the blue the orthodoxy of the day
But a blue like intuition
The soft of the night into morning
Felt here . remembered
Under the hoofs of the cart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And suddenly you was talking trees fall black with birds behind the hill...green grass flies under the hoof of cart wonderfully. This poem is wondefully penned with wise imagery.....10