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June near the river Clyst, Clust, clear. Clystmois this holding wet & clear
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June near the river Clyst, Clust, clear. Clystmois this holding wet & clear. it’s haysel, haymaking time,“Sweet an’ dry an’ green as’t should be, An’ full o’ seed an’ Jeune flowers.” tedding & cocking going on, shaking turning, spreading. haytrucks go lorries lumbering by these twisty lanes lined high with hedgerow, no seeing over, cow parsley, stinging nettles, campion,“day’s eyes” & snails all colours coiled in their leaf byways. Jeune the young, green June delayed by rain. June, why do you punish me? “Take heede to the weather, the wind, and the skie.” indeed, make hay while the sun shines you write, while the moon is on the wane. he wanes, my son redeyed & watery, phlegmatic in the face of phleum pratense, grass of the meadow, timothy spikes erect a masculine given name, god honouring. not her who is cut, full of young vigour, from the living book, from the play of light & shadow, nothing less than herb-of-grace, rue i find, there with the queen’s pinks in the clock that is a garden. 6 / Rivering ...