Sunday Sentence: In Memory of Jane Frazer by Geoffrey Hill

Simply put, the best sentence(s) I’ve read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.


       She died before the world could stir.
       In March the ice unloosed the brook
       And water ruffled the sun’s hair,
       And a few sprinkled leaves unshook.

“In Memory of Jane Frazer” by Geoffrey Hill
from New Poets of England and America