Talk:Geoffrey Hill

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• Poetry
  Unearths from among the speechless dead
  Lazarus mystified, common man
  Of death. The lily rears its gouged face
  From the provided loam.
  • "History as Poetry" (1968)

• She kept the siege. And every day
  We watched her brooding over death
  Like a strong bird above its prey.
  The room filled with the kettle's breath.
  Damp curtains glued against the pane
  Sealed time away. Her body froze
  As if to freeze us all, and chain
  Creation to a stunned repose.
  • "In Memory of Jane Fraser" (1959)

• I love my work and my children. God
  Is distant, difficult. Things happen.
  Too near the ancient troughs of blood
  Innocence is no earthly weapon.
  • "Ovid in the Third Reich" (1968)