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Rayner Heppenstall

Summer 1940

Latter Judgment

By Rayner Heppenstall

The edge on things will make him blind,Tooth of the dog in the bare laneOr the acid fruit imperil his mind,Cataracts falling across no pain. There are more enemies to […]

Summer 1940

Quarter Day

By Rayner Heppenstall

Again my harvest is none of those fruits that I sawIn the eye of April and now when the moon comes downI cannot pay my tithe again for although Love […]

Summer 1940

Uneasy Time

By Rayner Heppenstall

Small creatures of the mindNo longer flourish or dieTo the old measure the old kindHesitations of the eye. Particles of dead thoughtStir all day now and findNo means to be […]