Wuthering Heights The horizons ring me like fag-gots, Tilted and disparate, and always unstable. Touched by a match, they might warm me, And their fine lines singe The air to orange Before the distances they pin evaporate, Weighting the pale sky with a solider color. But they only dissolve and dissolve Like a series of promises, as I step forward. There is no life higher than the grasstops Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind Pours by like destiny, bending Everything in one direction. I can feel ...

Crossing the Water 1980, Harper Perennial, New York, NY

ISBN-13: 9780060907891

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Crossing the Water 1976, Faber & Faber, London

ISBN-13: 9780571108619



Crossing the Water 1973, Faber & Faber, London

ISBN-13: 9780571096510