Bagnall, R

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Moveable Type 13A Vast Hourafter Genevieve TaggardRowland BagnallNow only is there certainty for me / Whenall the day’s distilled and understood – the moondrives at the present –the light from here un-yous you.I want to shoot myself in the facewith love – a beautiful thing in a strangeand beautiful place. Something something“sweet unrest” – the huge nightan enclosure.So stir my thoughts at this slow, solemn time –the short-haul flights of evening: beacons of winter,continuous air – what if you couldread up on the day’s thoughtsabout you?Strike up music! Scope tomorrow’s printless straits!I slice the tomatoes, saving their skins – their seedsfreckle the countertop. No ideas but inNo ideas but in things – tell meabout it...I stand and watch the pewter darkness. Snowhere is self-cancelling. Muscularplanets, unread-able moon – now that’s what Icall emptiness!Cast your minds back – dredge it up: ice onthe river, mud on the trees, dataless for many miles.I sleep and I dream ofthe previous year – and possibly (I hope)the next.87Moveable Type 13Now light meets darkness: now my tendrilsclimb / In this vast hour – wilderness backwards,wilderness on. Release the houndsof opal night, whatever you thinkthat means.This much I do know: light on the housetops,alluvial plains, the old heart and its loyalties.And the evening disa-ppearing – first the ending, nowthe end.88

A Vast Hour: After Genevieve Taggard

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A Vast Hour: After Genevieve Taggard

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