‘The Dryads’: A Poem by Patricia Rogers Crozier
The Dryads The day we found the hoof-prints in the soil And felt the breath of dark, indolic heat, ...
The Dryads The day we found the hoof-prints in the soil And felt the breath of dark, indolic heat, ...
This is an amazing piece of work, both in execution and in subject. The language is "sylvan-rich", if I might…
You have touched ethereal elegance and elicited Elysian entropy in a poem enmeshed in a dream-like state that at once…
At least England have won a World Cup within my lifetime. What's very 'England' is that we finally had an…
What a treat it is to wake up to this luscious and lilting poem - a mellifluous and hypnotic cornucopia…
Thank you, Patricia, for this beautifully written and inspired poem. I echo the previous comments and was particularly struck by…
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