A long poem by Margaret Wilmot.
«The wild fruit forests ofthe Ili Valley, where
a tangle of apples,
pears, plums, apricots and
other berrying trees,
like hawthorn and rowan,
hang on high slopes I see
in that geography
of the mind as sunlit
uplands...»
Keys: light, mission
A Hot January is a collection of contemporary poetry in English.
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