A novel Christmas poem by Carol Ann DuffyThe old year,a tear in the eye of time;
frost on the blackthorn, the ditches glamorous
with rime; on the inbreath of air, and
the long,thoughtful pause before snow.
A star on the brow of a mule in a field
and the mule nuzzling the drystone wall
where a wren, size of a childs lost purse, or
hides in a gap. St. Stephen’s Day.
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Source: theguardian.com