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Antigonish Review
- Article date:
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January 1, 2008
- Author:
- Stuart-Sheppard, Peter
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Left with the smell of hay and damp stone
the dead stablehand goes about his business,
solid enough for a ghost;
tougher than I'll ever be.
What I would call happiness
never seems to enter into it,
unless you consider the horse
which is perhaps all he ever does. Nor
does he strike me as one to say
'Young Master - '. What will death take from me?
Pen in the grass under a tree in shade:
so many flies in the sunshine
it's hard to concentrate on the girl by the gate
listening to birds crying in woods
expressing all she has ever felt and wanted.
Or so she thinks. Until shocked by the smooth glide into death
of the young. You can follow into the woods
and emerge on the other side knowing only
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