Ian Harrow

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Old friends, we scarcely speak of death or dying. As ever, the displacements continue, just as when we used to fail to get round to speaking about love or confined ourselves to giving it a mention in letters — about which we didn’t speak.

Until I knew better, I thought poets talked of such things, but as we see they share a guarded language of technical asides.

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