
12.
you dream of flight with wings with claw some days
you sob because all the elegies for the dead all the strings
played with furious pathos will not stop the clot of war
I set up this blog in July 2009 to keep me company in India while I was on a Literature Residency. On the track of cows in history, literature, art and archaeology - and of course those soft-eyed ones on all the roads and byways. That time is over now, but I am going to continue the blog page and it will change, so watch out for new things. All blogs © Susan Hawthorne. Please ask if you wish to quote from the site. It's great to get comments and to know who's been so please write to me.
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