Winter End, Hertfodshire by Assia Wevil

 

WINTER END, HERTFODSHIRE

by Assia Wevil

...To see again and no more
The black northern pond,
Its autumn spent,
Its eye burning with crippled cedar
wings
And four black feet deep with
Summer's rotting rooks,


Like Thomas Hood’s and my time’s
Unlamented, spring less, passed.

Magnificat by Assia Wevil

Nicoletta Furian

MAGNIFICAT

by Assia Wevil


...And I do praise the force that falls
With loosened stones and plunging force
Of clear ghost-rivers in dried beds.
And besides this watchful course
Of hours and currents, watersheds
Of welcome, do I praise the eye
That finds me welcome,
needing no reply.