Stiff fog tonight
Cambridge
Planes creeping
No sight
Tired eyes
I'll be damned
Crawling through mists
To columns' bases
Fluted to the extreme, and tall.
Patrick Darnell
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Question: ‘My comrades and I read your poems and didn’t understand anything.’Answer: ‘You must choose more clever comrades.’
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