John Seed


in time of “the breaking of nations”





Clatter and trail of


sparks in the twilight slow




wake of turn-wrest plough




a hillish and sliding country




only a horse and man


hungry on the flint clay




margins of profit




with brill-hook and hatchet


betting his hedges




dawn and dusk


heaving contrary creatures stiff loam    




hazy hollows


empty frost pockets





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