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P. H. T. by Edward Thomas

I may come near loving you When you are dead And there is nothing to do And much to be said. To repent that day will be Impossible For you and vain for me The truth to tell. I shall … Continue reading

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Digging by Seamus Heaney

Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping sound When the spade sinks into gravelly ground: My father, digging. I look down Till his straining rump among the … Continue reading

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