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Comparisons - R.S. Thomas

To all light things I compared her; to a snowflake, a feather.
I remember she rested at the dance on my arm, as a bird on its nest lest the eggs break, lest she lean too heavily on our love.
Snow melts, feathers are blown away;
I have let her ashes down in me like an anchor.


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