by Jacob Polley, from Little Gods (Picador, 2006)
Vessel of water, vessel of wind;
old yellow eye
lost in the fall, lost in the mind
where the other leaves lie
as leaf by leaf the trees go blind.
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'And so it was I entered the broken world /to trace the visionary company of love...' - Hart Crane
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