‘Is this how I must learn 
By Separation?
By boughs lagged 
With snow.
And dumb footsteps 
On the ice?
Is this how I must learn feeling?
With words?
The winter speculation 
Child ghost of 
First light 
Which like dim coals 
Tell first of warmth 
And later 
Of frost 
And silence.
The slight embered 
Voice of isolation.




Malcolm Paul
Picture Nick Victor


It’s the 2nd summery day of the year & I’m reading a poem called “winter” by Malcolm Paul from his collection Soutine’s Meat, admiring some nice phrases: “boughs lagged with snow,” “dumb footsteps on ice,” “slight embered voice of isolation.”

Bart Plantenga.  Author.





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