A Poet Reflects

"… the barred owl calls from the well 		of my mind,more echo than thought, as it fades 		through the windand flickers away to the silence 			beyondlike the voice, in myself, of another.”
—John Burnside, excerpt from Black Cat Bone (Jonathan Cape, 2011), Winner of the 2011 T. S. Eliot Poetry Prize.

"… the barred owl calls from the well of my mind,
more echo than thought, as it fades through the wind
and flickers away to the silence beyond
like the voice, in myself, of another.”

—John Burnside, excerpt from Black Cat Bone (Jonathan Cape, 2011), Winner of the 2011 T. S. Eliot Poetry Prize.

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