And the sun condense
to starves of snow
in the air light
crust to the edge
of the born mind.
(At Winter, Solution Passage, Clark Coolidge)
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Today, boys and girls, we’re going to look at ‘Song of the Chinchilla’ by Lisa Jarnot*. I liked the poem immediately – and I’ve given it to ...
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