wrinkle of water descending

 

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Two are together, I tell you,

A slope of a vowel, are a corner;

Grass short as a garden,

Bracken

Uncoiling,

Foxgloves, water

Descending,

Quartz in a stone.

This corner:

Mountain-ash (ferns

Up in air).

Then over an edge

This single

Blue wedge of a mountain;

This comfort, you tell me,

Contentment,

Compassion.

This wild-mint-scented scene

And wild roses

And wrinkle of water descending

Tending to laughter;

Together, then

After.

—Geoffrey Grigson

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