I’ve been slowly making my way into The Waking Comes Late poetry collection by Steven Heighton

The title poem for the collection is wonderful- it must be read- but it got me thinking about roots. Steven writes about roots ‘where all mothers, /unfinished/ unfolding,/ remain.’ It’s lovely how each successive line diminishes while carrying more weight. So, I think like an echo (another very moving motif that Christina Rossetti makes the most of) roots grow smaller and farther away- but still part of the source and because of that still alive. That consoles me. 


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