The place put you at risk.
Stone buildings and a few bleak clumps of birch
ranged out along the low escarpments.
The house was still your territory though.
For a while I thought you'd be content
idling amid your grimcrack jewellery,
your ancient skills,
believing everything I said.
David Harsent, do livro After Dark in Selected Poems:1969-2005, Faber & Faber.
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