Post Script

Question 1

Epiphany-

Answer 1

and the burning of the poems with clippings of the hedge we laid last week

Question 2

All afternoon

Answer 2

I put them to the fire

Question 3

handfuls of poems

Answer 3

turned to vellum// each a small chimney for a twist of air

Question 4

then from each

Answer 4

broken throat a gasp of flame

Question 5

There’s splendour

Answer 5

there (both spellings) dew and dawn, love and philosophy and loss and lust.

Question 6

Some of your

Answer 6

poems had no voice, but sing now with a little sigh of death

Question 7

scare

Answer 7

as they couldn’t, docile on the page

Question 8

Your last poems

Answer 8

burn. Out with the cliche, archaism, weed

Question 9

my mind’s

Answer 9

clean again. New year and a fired language is what we need.