Paul Batchelor

LORD HEARSAY'S PALACE after Ovid, Metamorphoses, XII, 39-63   A world much like our own, mistempered & twi-natured, three-fold purgatorial...
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Martha Sprackland

I am thinking of you, and the bees are drowning / in the pool. The whole surface is a ballroom, // the tiny pieces move and coruscate and the air / is sticky with humming...

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