Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
This poem was read by one of our Companions, in the shadow of an ancient altar, just before we left the moors. For me it was perfect. The Wilderness by Kathleen Raine I came too late to the hills: they were swept bare Winters before I was…
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