That day, those years...
That's a cracking poem by Tomlinson (I haven't read him for years and thanks for the reminder of his work). Especially the ending,
"where nature
Daily takes the distinctness from that signature
Men had left there in stone and wood,
Among waning villages, above the cities of the plain."
That's a cracking poem by Tomlinson (I haven't read him for years and thanks for the reminder of his work). Especially the ending,
"where nature
Daily takes the distinctness from that signature
Men had left there in stone and wood,
Among waning villages, above the cities of the plain."