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Jon Silkin: Deeply Gone
And dragging their shining skins Across the beach of straddling sands and sea wrack Scores of them on the high moon night Came out of the sea. The black sea, with black skins, Across the silent...
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This is the haunted wood, where no man goes In search of solitude Nor threads his way In careless mood At dusk, nor in the burning light of day. Each shuddering breeze that blows Across the treetops,...
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