Vanya Orr Poems

Against the western sea margin
Where the hills stand, mist gray or heather studded,
Spring drenched or primrose budded: We stood there
You & one other & I.
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I am held within
the landscape;
a dream within
the mind;
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Beyond the high valley
The sun went down

And whether it was joy or pain,
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I stood in the town,
Constrained,
In the drizzle:
Houses cluttered round me.
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I am the tree
Through which the sap flows.

I am the pipe
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People and Landscape

Some people stay,
In the landscape.
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Entanglement

I am not an owner.
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Richmond,
I sat on the hill tonight
And I thought of you, still & cold,
Crumpled under the stars;
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