“The
nuclear subs are keeping sinister watch
while
sun heat focuses on the cabbage-patch.
What
weird weather can we expect this July?
Tornado,
hail, some sort of freak tempest?
The
bonfire month, and another storm brewing:
I
hear it sing i’th’wind, and among the leaves.
But
out here in the hot pastures of the west,
no
Google goggling at our marginal lives,
there
still are corners where a lark can sing.”—Northern Irish poet Derek Mahon, “The
Seasons,” in An Autumn Wind (2011)
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