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Snake

Rating: 3.1

A snake came to my water-trough
On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat,
To drink there.
In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob-tree
I came down the steps with my pitcher
And must wait, must stand and wait, for there he was at the trough before
me.

He reached down from a fissure in the earth-wall in the gloom
And trailed his yellow-brown slackness soft-bellied down, over the edge of

the stone trough
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Michael Morgan 03 September 2014

phrases like 'writhed like lightning' and 'earth-lipped fissure' as well as much excellent and close, outwardly directed observation, mark this as a great poem, albeit marred by its rambling quality and its indecisiveness.

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Bri Edwards 28 July 2014

a lovely poem, sort of in tribute to a sometimes-thought-loathsome creature, SNAKE! and also a condemnation of some of the thinking and actions of men/women/children towards snakes. i came to read this after D.H. Lawrence was mentioned in a comment by Daniel Brick, on my poem Salamander. :) bri

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