The opening line of the poem is brilliant. As though we'd entered a room and interrupted a conversation. We don't know everything because the characters are in their own world and we are looking in. Soc Glasrud is real because of his tears and the wonderful "weathered headland". The emotions are clear enough and the rural setting also. I decided that Vince was the name of the draft horse.
The ghostly couplet resonates after I've finished reading the poem. The reversed stirrups haunt.
Marvellous poem. I read it before and was impressed but now it is cut free from the workshop I think it's terrific.
Janet
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