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  1. Peter Abbs

To Pause

Poetry
  This morning, almost in spite of myself, hearing church bells riding the winds, I wonder how many centuries the…

To Listen

Poetry
  We are listening to the last of the cicadas, In June we woke to their raucous applause, drowning the…

To Climb

Poetry
To Climb from Latin ascendere: to rise. Ah! – worn down Delos, you lie in the late sun, comatose. A…
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