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<span style="font-family:georgia,serif"><font style="font-weight:normal"><i>after John Clare </i></font></span></h4><h3><span style="font-family:georgia,serif">
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<i> </i></span></h3><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif">Round The Nest A Welcome Guest </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif">                                                                                         No Memry Left Old Feelings Gloaming Strange </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif">With Jobbling Fingers Lurch To Fill A Hat </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif">                                                                                    And Hopeless Hope Hopes On And Meets No End </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif">My Manhood But A Memory Left </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif">                                                                                         
         A Cunning Guest Goes Bye Unnoticed Still</span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif">The Place We Occupy Seems All The World </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif">                                                                                   And Neighbour Tennant Spell Struck Listens Close </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif">Ive Hunted White Necks High On Mornings Noise </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif">                                                                                        Swee Swee A Buzzing Loud And Long And Loud </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif">To Peep At Five Ink-Spotted Greeny Shells </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif">                                                                                                    A Hollow Startling Prison Dwelling Noise </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif">And Sluthering Down The Knotty Trunk Amazd </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif">                                                                                                              Fades But Memry Left A Prison Still </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif">A Hissing Noise Assails A Crimpled Guest </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif">                                                                                                        Remember Still And Still Endure Again </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif">Ive Nestled Down In Prisons Still And Strange </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif">                                                                                                   Revise Old Feelings Weeding Memry Lost </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif">And Neighbour Meets With Neighbour Unawares </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif">                                                                                                    
 A Great White Guest Goes Deafening Bye </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif">Peal On Peal Revising Feelings Still </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif">                                                                                     
 And Strangers Heels Tramp Speckled Places Past </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif">As Gusts Again Enraptured Wrap The Nest </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif">                                                                                         
 Ingulphed Ive Nestled Deep In Evenings Down </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif">A Stranger Guest Ive Clumb With Hook And Pole </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif">                                                                                               But Still And Still Endure Old Feelings Pains </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif">To Old Ones Cries And Crimpled Quaking Breast </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif">                                                                                         
 A Strange Formed Accident And Stranger Guest </span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif"><br></span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif"><br></span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif"><br></span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif"><br></span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif"><br></span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif"><br></span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif"><br></span></p><div style="text-align:justify"><p><span style="font-family:georgia,serif"><font size="1"><b>Claire Marie Stancek</b>
 is a PhD candidate in the English Department at UC Berkeley, where she 
teaches classes on nineteenth century literature and creative writing. 
Poems from her manuscript, "MOUTHS," are forthcoming in <i>Oversound</i>, <i>Berkeley Poetry Review</i>, <i>Animal</i>, <i>Typo</i>, and elsewhere.</font></span></p></div><span style="font-family:georgia,serif">-- <br></span><div class="gmail_signature"><div dir="ltr"><div><div dir="ltr"><div><div dir="ltr"><span style="font-family:georgia,serif"><br></span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="font-family:georgia,serif"><i>RealPoetik</i><br><a href="http://www.realpoetik.club" target="_blank">www.realpoetik.club</a></span></div></div></div></div></div></div>
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