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The Lonely Land
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A J M Smith
This is a beauty
Of dissonance,
This resonance
Of stony strand,
This smoky cry
Curled over a black pine
Like a broken
And wind-battered branch
When the wind
Bends the tops of the pines
And curdles the sky
From the north.
This is the beauty of strength
Broken by strength
And still strong.