Poem: ‘Sevens for Gavin Ewart (1916-1995)’
Alan Brownjohn, 4 January 1996
Something Audenesque for a conclusion? In dignified, indented, limestone lines? But in Wystan’s geology hills were permanent, Whereas human geography constantly changes, That being its only constancy. We reach plateaux in life When friends seem likely always to be there, Changeless features in the landscape. And then –
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