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Stern Poem for Elaine Feinstein

Author: 
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.

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From Oasis no. 11, 1974

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