POINTS ON THE GRID
George Bowering
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HISTORY OF POETS: HEATHCLIFF
When the time comes
not all the angels in heaven
will save Heathcliff
the poet
with the wild beast of the moor
in his breast
has sold his soul
to the devil
.........................muse of moorland
locked in his room at night
charging his batteries of hate
the poet
................of the destructive doom
wanders across the drifts
every morning
calling
...........Catherine Catherine
as if Catherine
were all the angels in heaven
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