Two Poems
Patricia Beer, 4 February 1982
“... Kitchen Calendar The seventh month of the year, And the kitchen calendar Turns over to her, The Lady of Shalott. One candle in the boat Snuffed out by storm, one still bright Stand over the horizontal Crucifix, the only jewel She plucked from the castle wall And threw on to its back. The rope in her hand is slack. The river has its way to make. No more than ... ”