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Greacen003

Woodpulp Virgin

The white end empty page,
sweet woodpulp virgin,
How in your oblong cage
Shall we trap vision?

We’ve got our notebooks full
Of wild and surging notions,
How can we learn to school
Each wayward fancy?

By scrupulous remembering
And concentrated thought? Perhaps
The bird, upon the wing
Is really killable.

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Greacen003
Subject: 
​Robert Greacen
Coverage: 
19 Jan
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Woodpulp Virgin
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Linen Hall Library, "Greacen003", Northern Ireland Literary Archive, accessed Sat, 12/21/2024 - 13:28, https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/greacen003
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