Iambics for the Dead (to CF)

two end walls (mist)
of the ancient house
in the hill above the sea
the grass is (like fairies) rough
but yields above the knee

and there we swell
two chimneys snuffed
askance, we, side on side,
to sea birds' beck and call

(your wall there, my wall
looking hovered like the sea

hanged above the fall
of moon and sun
and rush and tide and spree

Saint Mary's Well
below the springing steep
the crickets every step
so leap

and rear and wash
the maddened hare
upon the rock above the sea

all we know divided
as bells the boat
beneath the stoop, the fall
and bright at last
from Bardsey's overfalls
breaks free

the clutch of two
walls sad as smokeholes
fireless, grassed over

whistling as all
midnight is long in you and me

hillfog, love, three
fret and spark and twee upon
these walls where once
a tree or two made three

where midnight once blew strong
in you and me

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