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MAGDALEN

In the Fellows’ Gardens,past the Deer Park,a willow twists and stretchesout of a brown poollike a giant Nagatrailing garlands of green lace. Along the avenues of Addison’s Walk,among birch and beech,chestnuts stretch out their brancheslike semaphores,and hang their leaves like … Continue reading

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JANUARY, JANUARY…

Ice, thick,as I have never seenon Cherwell.Jagged, floating towards Isis. Low mists of ice-dustdrift on Christ Church meadow and cool the bloodof long-horn cattlestanding ankle-deep in mud. A lame roe deerbeneath the treespauses, wherethe sudden call of cootssplits the air. … Continue reading

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