Eguria

ROBERT LEE FROST: ‘MENDING WALL’                            Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,                                                 That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it.                                                 And spills the upper boulders in the sun;                                                 And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.                                     5           The work of hunters is another thing:                                                 I have come after them and made repair                                                 Where they have left not one stone on a stone,                                                 But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,                                                 To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,                                     10        No one has seen them made or heard them made,                                               

DENNIS BRUTUS: ‘LETTER TO MARTHA 17’                                                                                     In prison                                           The clouds assume importance                                           and the birds                                           with a small space of sky                               5           cut off by walls                                           of bleak hostility                                           and pressed upon by hostile authority                                           the mind turns upwards                                           when it can –                               10        - there can be no hope                                           of seeing the stars                                           the arcs and fluorescence                                           have blotted them out –