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Anne Frank Huis
Even now, after twice her lifetime of grief
and anger in the very place, whoever comes
to climb these narrow stairs, discovers how
the bookcase slides aside, then walks through
shadow...

The Twang
The Twang
Well it was St George's Day in New York.
They'd dyed the Hudson with cochineal and chalk.
Bulldogs were arse-to-mouth in Central Park.
Mid-town, balloons drifted up, red and white...

The Shout
The Shout
We went out
into the school yard together, me and the boy
whose name and face
I don't remember. We were testing the range
of the human voice:
he had to shout for all he...

Crossing at Miravet
Crossing at Miravet, 1938
The houses rise up before me unexpectedly.
I can finally see the valley
and the strenuous glimmer that is the Ebro.
A ferry under the poplars, no ferryman.
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Spanish Civil War
Spanish Civil War
I can scarcely imagine it happened -
where it would be - the places of it.
Quiet places I visit now - torn up grass,
headed-off mist, depositions
of rose, vine, earth....