what’s the matter
ask the townspeople
of their neighbour Harry
a rich man hexed
into perpetual cold
his teeth ever chattering
from ‘The Historians’, a poem by Maureen N. McLane:
www.lrb.co.uk/the-paper/v4...
what’s the matter
ask the townspeople
of their neighbour Harry
a rich man hexed
into perpetual cold
his teeth ever chattering
from ‘The Historians’, a poem by Maureen N. McLane:
www.lrb.co.uk/the-paper/v4...