2011
6.185
4.vii.25
so golden, so green
ekphrastic for George Henry’s 1889 ‘A Galloway Landscape’
there are no colours in the wild
but tree for cloud for cow
sky worn with its turning
lank grass cropped
the burn away
read the shade
there’s not the clock to stop
it’s over the hill
a tunnels end yellowing
the artist makes ghosts of the
breathing creature
there’s nothing like this on Earth
there are no such afternoons
but here’s a little stillness
all heads turned towards
just so we are observed
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