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Huntingdonshire Eclogues
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17638 |
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THE ARTS
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6 / 1990 |
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John Greening
John Greening is a widely published poet residing in
Huntingdon, England. |
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Widescreen, to Gone with the Wind themes, the Spaldwick road
Slow-pans you towards forgotten footage...You spot the odd barn;
A token hawthorn butt; and countless anonymous farm-tracks--
But the tracks are too straight; harder than they need be.
Each barn, as you make your approach, becomes a corrugated hut.
The road unreels its title sequence but your senses are enmeshed
By the foulness of Brussels, silage, or is it that dead hare
You swerved to avoid? You do not expect to find living things out here.
No house for miles, and apart from the bird-scarers, bird-noise
Would be the only sound if you were to wind down the glass:
peewits' Low-level, high-volume aerobatics; or the viffing of skylarks--
Like two half-witted, crack-voiced veterans of the old hundred:
Make a joyful noise unto the Lord of Air-space! And so it fell
That half a century ago Dwight Eisenhower sowed the bulldog's teeth.
But there was no Golden Fleece; only, somewhere over the
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