Fragrantly Here All Day

Chris Wallace-Crabbe

“And then, that must be space. Because we call it space, or landscape, or terrain. Or at the weedy worst
a plain potential for development:
right-angles on an undulant soft ground.

But if we stand back a bit from it all
for a clear while? Not captured in between like Andrew Marvell’s mower, who deplored our language made physical in gardens,
yet wasn’t wild in branchy, scraping nature …”

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