richcmatherApr 12, 20201 min readStill-lifeBy Richard Mather Ask her what she thinks as she conceals her baby in fallen leaves and other detritus. Still-born, still-life. All that waiting, all that loveunanswered. The answer is so many clouds with dark underbellies.
By Richard Mather Ask her what she thinks as she conceals her baby in fallen leaves and other detritus. Still-born, still-life. All that waiting, all that loveunanswered. The answer is so many clouds with dark underbellies.
Verses on John Milton’s Paradise Regained, Book IV (“Unobserved Home to His Mother’s House Private Returned”)
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