Recall the coldOf Towton on Palm Sunday before dawn,Wakefield, Tewkesbury : fastidious trumpetsShrilling into the ruck ; some trampledAcres, parched, sodden or blanched by sleet,Stuck with strange-postured dead. Recall the wind'sFlurrying, darkness over the human mire.
-Geoffrey Hill
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