Tag: Angus
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Two Poems by Angus Ogilvy: from Lights in the Constellation of the Crab
Cartography Following the old maps, he arrived just where he had planned to be. The landscape conformed to interpretation: that hill, those clumps of trees, the village gathered around the bridge. He saw the things he’d expected to see, given the forecasts, the time of year: the lone fox and the raven falling. …