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Fanny Howe 1940 - 2025

 

In the next world I discovered

a hovel where a naked I writes with a nail

There you're as small as zero, a hole in the wall

the mouse goes in

with a whorl of cheese

for the littlest glass-cutter to eat

To paint one's rose means a life in that place

and on the thorny path outside

one cathedral is equal to the sky

 

              from Goodbye Post Office Square