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The Alembick



Vol. XIV

I. All Saint’s Day 2019
II. Christmas 2019
III. Shrovetide 2020
IV. Quarantine 2020
  1. Editor’s Note
  2. Letters
  3. Reader’s Doubts Resolved
  4. To His Coy Mistress
  5. Cavalier Lyric
  6. A Shropshire Pig
  7. Elegiacs
  8. The Year
  9. Inkblots
  10. The Man Who Made His Exit
  11. Splitting the Atom
  12. Self-Control
  13. Antique Fragment
  14. Canzonetta
  15. Zen Poem 

Vol. XV

I. Michaelmas 2020

Submissions     ︎

Elegiacs


Some things can go just anywhere, but not so beauty,
    Which has a single place where it’s essentially right.
How lucky I am, then, in having found both together, now:
     This northern land, this girl, slender and befreckled.
She is a birch tree in my arms, laughing in sunny breezes,
     Or a little trout brought up glistening from a stream.
To hold her’s to hold this land, and to walk this land’s
     To have her spirit in all things that are under heaven.

Anon.
Running on Cargo