Mona Gould,
I Run with the Fox
“ Of witchcraft and crones when you weren't very old. From beneath those high eaves in the middle of town A page from your childhood looked piquantly down!This GreenThis is the newest green As if an unseen Leprechaun Rushing across the lawn Had tipped his hand! Every tree Is filigree. There is a brush of colour In the hedges. The Scillas and the tulip spears Conspire against you. Tenderness runs like bright fire Along the evening.Turn quickly, if this thing can get you down... This green... this little love, that wraps the town! ”
