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27/1/2018

 
"In the cragged pool
The river-smithy
Goes on labouring all night.

River-goblins
Toil the bellows, in the underglow.

Sledge-hammers of big water, rock anvils
Pound in the den of glooms.

With fling of glare metals and shadow-struggle.

Under the corrugated roof
Bulging and flashing mares
Slam down their heels, and are held.

Electrical stallions
Surge and, with oaths, are quieted."

​Hughes

"Each is another and no other:
crossing and vanishing
through their empty names:
water, stone, wind."


Paz
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