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Grasmere (excerpt)

Amy Clampitt

for Louis Squires
Rainstorms that blacken like a headache
where mosses thicken, and the mornings
smell of jonquils, the stillness
of hung fells thronged with the primaveral
noise of waterfalls—contentment
pours in spate from every slope; the lake fills,
kingcups drown, and still it rains,
the sheep graze, their black lambs bounce
and skitter in the wet: such weather
one cannot say, here, why
one is still so happy.

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"Grasmere" (excerpt) from Archaic Figure by Amy Clampitt. Copyright © 1987. Reprinted with the permission of Alfred A. Knopf, Inc.


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