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O\u2019Clock<\/strong><\/p>\n At the edge of the sky, a dirty pink If life were a featureless plain, Would have already come, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Terence Dooley<\/strong>‘s poems and translations from Spanish have been published or accepted in the last year by Ambit, Agenda, Acumen, Poetry London, POEM, The London Magazine, Brittle Star, Long Poem Magazine, Envoi, Dream Catcher<\/em>, and MPT.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" O\u2019Clock At the edge of the sky, a dirty pink scratches at the permagreen \u2013 it isn\u2019t dawn, it isn\u2019t sundown, it\u2019s late in the daylight, later in the season of blame. If life were a featureless plain, the courier would come galloping with news from the cities, at an hour like […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9227","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9227","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9227"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9227\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9231,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9227\/revisions\/9231"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9227"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9227"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9227"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nscratches at the permagreen \u2013
\nit isn\u2019t dawn, it isn\u2019t sundown,
\nit\u2019s late in the daylight, later
\nin the season of blame.<\/p>\n
\nthe courier would come galloping
\nwith news from the cities,
\nat an hour like this
\nfrozen on the clock-face.<\/p>\n
\nand the tea brewed, and the leaves read,
\nand the greenjacket crawling,
\ninfinitely slowly,
\nup the closed window.<\/p>\n