John Seed

 

in time of “the breaking of nations”

 

 

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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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