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Rocky plain this side;
To the north-west
On the paling horizon
Nearer those memories
Linger tiny hyacinth-ponds
In shades of red and ochre....
The mind is boggy
with cloudy marshes
Dotted with rambling hedges
and fading wild birds;
The narrow strip of fairy farmland
Broken into
Ravaged long ago
In search of infinite fruits;
The momentary surprises
of rare evergreens ,
Pink raintrees,
Flowering shrubs,
have all lapsed
Into dusty old albums...
Look
Those little people
Who still laugh and cry
and fail to grow up
Are inching forward
Towards us
Thinking
We are the quickest way
There...