Behind the Walls, by Charletta Erb

Love immersing the river A door opens for me to enter To hug, to sit, to smile A hand to hold Courage to shout through walls Digo la verdad! (I tell the truth) Prayers shake out our anger Outside, voices rise Heat in the air In their voices O Dios mio, no! (Oh my God,...

Wall, by Norman Nicholson

The wall walks the fell — Grey millipede on slow Stone hooves; Its slack black hollowed At gulleys and grooves, Or shouldering over Old Boulders Too big to be rolled away. Fallen fragments Of the high crags Crawl in the walk of the wall. A dry-stone wall is a wall and...

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