from Speech! Speech!

16

First day of the first week: rain
on perennial ground cover, a sheen
like oil of verdure where the rock shows through;
dark ochre patched more dark, with stubborn glaze;
rough soggy drystone clinging to the fell,
broken by hawthorns. What survives
of memory | you can call indigenous
if you recall anything. Finally
untranscibable, that which is | wrest back
more than can be revivied; inuring us
through deprivation | below and beyond life,
hard-come-by loss of self | self’s restitution.

Geoffrey Hill

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