Logan, John 1978
Friday, February 17, 1978
Cold dawn Harrow-On-the-Hill.
The unquiet curtain is too
White this hour, the candles
Too drawn their flames rest–
Less ruddying the cup
Of thin breads with its thin
Hands not yet bodied
– John Logan, “The Death of Southwell”
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The guards sleep they breathe uneven
Conversation with the
Trees the sharp cicadas
And knots of pine the flames
Have stirred to talk: their light
– John Logan, “A Pathological Case in Pliny”
