On Hudnall Common, poetry by Julian Mann at Spillwords.com
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On Hudnall Common

On Hudnall Common

written by: Julian Mann


Before now,
I did not understand
The moon was alone.

But all evening I have been standing in heavy grasses
That patiently soak my thin shoes,
Shadows move quickly
Across the surface.

Deer of the moon,
Your brothers are the dark heaven-praising
Branches of groves
That graze commons;
And when they run in they
Become forest.

It is dusk fear: Whatever I bring,
Trailing into this meadow
From settled places.
I look down,
Everything is washed in it.

And the last that the dark sees
Is a thrush’s face.

Even that is nothing.

Now I draw to my face the sweet white
Wool sweater,
When I lost so many springs ago
A nest of your hair, making me weep,
In a secret garden.

Julian Mann

Julian Mann

He has written since an early age, always sensitive to the mystery, beauty, and often, darkness, of landscape history and memory. In the last few years he has worked towards a dual sense of spirituality and art in his poems, inspired by T.S. Eliot, who is perhaps his strongest influence. He also greatly admires Geoffrey Hill and James Wright. He is an independently-spirited poet, and he hopes to encourage others to be the same; breaking away from the old culture of endlessly submitting to established publishers and journals, who are often too busy to appreciate the unique voices of true artists.
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