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John Glenday has published four collections of poetry: The Apple Ghost (Peterloo Poets, 1989),...
This is my formula for the fall of things:
we come to a river we always knew we'd have to cross.
It ferries the twilight down through fieldworks
of corn and half-blown sunflowers.
The only sounds, one lost cicada calling to itself
and the piping of a bird that will never have a name.
Now tell me there is a pause
where we know there should be an end;
then tell me you too imagined it this way
with our shadows never quite touching the river
and the river never quite reaching the sea.
from Grain (Picador, 2009), © John Glenday 2009, used by permission of the author and the publisher.
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