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And Every Star Shall Shine Why are your poems so full of country images? It was the confessed citylovingliving girl who asked I hadn't noticed It was he who knew the countryside who answered he whose thoughts roamed about the wild moors lapped about the shores of a lake became thick as forests rose high as the birds Yet he lives in a city Sheffield's not a city she said Not like London New York San Francisco What's a city? He thought of the wilder parts of Hampstead Heath The Serpentine that serves well as any lake the forest around Walthamstow and Epping The birds sing over London too He thought of the journey along Attercliffe Road or up Brightside to the motorway of traffic lights huge shops and factories She thought of The Tate The British Museum of supermarkets open until midnight Then they looked up at the sky in London there was a red dust glow New York was worse the stars were seen in a haze over Sheffield but on Brackenhill Common every star shone clear and bright.
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