This poem is taken from Stand 216, 15(4) December 2017 - February 2018.
Poem
This poem was published in Stand vol. 15, no. 3 with errors, for which the editors apologise. The poem is reproduced here in its correct form.
Compi รจ gne Forest
It was where we walked, not knowing it then,
for the last time, following the lane
from St-Jean-aux-Bois as it narrowed
...
Compi รจ gne Forest
It was where we walked, not knowing it then,
for the last time, following the lane
from St-Jean-aux-Bois as it narrowed
...
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