A Metamorphosis

I have a dream to fill the golden sheath of a
remembered day…. … But the day is an up-turned cup
and its sun a junk of red iron guttering in sluggish-green
water – where shall I pour my dream? … ‘The Dream’ by
Lola Ridge


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