| The Poetry of Richard Sansom Published by The British Sansom Society | |
 
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| Sniffing at the Heavens My joints have ceased aching, I've rediscovered spring, or perhaps it's the zinc I'm taking, for now I see everything brightly, and believe I am pursued by bees for my sweet odor and my heart. When I used to have these surges of compounded hope and joy like rivers swollen from melting snows, I assumed they were my youthful horoscope, at play, but I was wrong. . . My time has come. I'm levitating at long last, butting up against the sun, sniffing at the heavens. | |
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