About the poet
Kevin Crossley-Holland (b. 1941) grew up with a passion for history, encouraged by a father who...
The way waves fold into themselves, sigh, then
play themselves out high on the foreshore,
a man draws and redraws the crescent contours
of the salt-woman he loves to draw to love.
from Selected Poems (Enitharmon Press, 2001), copyright © Kevin Crossley-Holland 2001, used by permission of the author and the publisher.
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