Poem: ‘Two Poems’
Carl Phillips, 29 June 2023
In those days, fearlessnesshadn’t come to mean bravery yet, just an absenceof fear. What they called holiness could meanthe drama of reindeer stampedingcounter-clockwise in the snow – the soft fawns,at the centre; or a thing as ordinaryas carpenters hammering timberinto house-dom, not far, but hidden,the sound of it; a holy sound. We’re only broken, then,I...