Read Poetry: Descant, by Sue Harper

Above it all, that peevish tone,

Sinuous, adroit,

Whispering what we forget:


“Come rain, come shine

I am here


Come bud, come bone

I am here


Come dearth, come foison

I am here too


O learn my harmonies, my

Ruthlessness, my 







(Sue Harper)


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