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John Heath-Stubbs (1918 - 2006) recalled how the teacher at his tiny village school read her...
Inscription for a Scented Garden for the Blind
Wayfarer, pause. Although you may not see,
Earth's bright children, herbs and flowers, are here:
It is their small essential souls that greet you,
Mounted upon the morning or evening air:
While from above, from sky and tree-bough,
Birds fling down their songs, a musical burgeoning.
from Collected Poems (Carcanet, 1988), copyright © John Heath-Stubbs 1988, used by permission of the author.
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