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Nights in Kernow
--after W.S. Graham
The sea roars at night.
It keeps him awake.
Lighting the paraffin lamp,
He sits before his typewriter
to transpose its rhythms
to verse.
Something about it
stirs his Celtic blood,
But also terrifies him.
It...
The sea roars at night.
It keeps him awake.
Lighting the paraffin lamp,
He sits before his typewriter
to transpose its rhythms
to verse.
Something about it
stirs his Celtic blood,
But also terrifies him.
It...
