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224 pages, Paperback
Published June 3, 2021
The priest has given me oil and bread, a sweet cargo.
Ragnhild my daughter will cross my hands.
The boy Ljot must ring the bell.
I have said to Erling Saltfingers, Drop my harp
Through a green wave, off Yesnaby,
Next time you row to the lobsters.
Midnight. The wind yawing nor-east.
A low blunt moon.
Unquiet beside quiet wives we rest.
I hoard, before time's waste
Old country images: plough-horse,
Skylark, grass-growth,
Corn-surge, dewfall, anvil;
Rain-trail from hill to hill, a hushing;
Mayburn a penny whistle
Lilting from Croval, lingering
(Tinker-boy) under my window;
Creel-scattering gales; Thor's
Hammer studdering, on Hoy.