Dart Who’s
this moving alive over the moor?
An old man seeking and finding a difficulty.
Has he remembered his compass his spare socks
does he fully intend going in
over his knees off the
military track from Okehampton?
keeping
his course through the swamp spaces
and pulling the distance around his shoulders
and if it rains, if it thunders suddenly
where will he shelter looking round
and all that lies to hand is his own bones?
tussocks, minute flies,
wind, wings, roots
He consults his map. A huge
rain-coloured wilderness.
This must be the stones, the sudden movement,
the
sound of frogs singing in the new year.
Who’s this issuing from the earth?
from Dart
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