[SteveWal]

I've been finishing off my teaching course recently, so haven't been very active Erato-wise. Here's one of my favourite poems by British modernist (yes, they did exist) Basil Bunting:

At Briggflatts meetinghouse


Boasts time mocks cumber Rome. Wren
set up his own monument.
Others watch fells dwindle, think
the sun's fires sink.

Stones indeed sift to sand, oak
blends with saints' bones.
Yet for a little longer here
stone and oak shelter

silence while we ask nothing
but silence. Look how clouds dance
under the wind's wing, and leaves
delight in transience.

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Steve Waling