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All the way through this freezing April I haven’t been able to get this poem, Primavera, out of my head.
Primavera by Robin Robertson 1
for Cait
The Brimstone is back
in the woken hills of Vallombrosa,
passing the word
from speedwell to violet
wood anemone to celandine.
I could walk to you now
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