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Stern Poem for Elaine Feinstein

Lee Harwood

The faces blur, yes,

but the actions carry through


Moving or not moving

the angle or degree matter little


except the realisation

of the powers

we all wield


are responsible

for what we do

the act politic


Storms blowing from the sou’west.

In the square the trees bend

and make noise.

Spring tides highest for 300 years


Believe me.

From Oasis no. 11, 1974