A Wee Bit of Verse

From (roughly the middle of) David Wheatley’s “The Antarctic Poetry School.”

Poems break off daily and float
in the general direction of Chile

… and skipping to the end:

There is, between all
local dialects

one word for snow
and that word is ’snow’

– London Review of Books, 8 May 2008

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