Thursday, April 11, 2019



in the black gland of the earth

the tiny inkling of a river

put your ear to the river you hear trees

put your ear to the trees you hear the widening

numerical workings of the river

right down the length of Devon,

under a milky square of light that keeps quite still

the river slows down and goes on

with storm trash clustered on its branches

and paper unfolding underwater

and pairs of ducks swimming over bright grass among flooded    

the earth's eye

looking through the earth's bones

carries the moon carries the sun but keeps nothing


Alice Oswald
Woods etc.
Faber & Faber