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The Poetry Exchange It is a fine June afternoon, but I have fast-forwarded to the end of the season. ‘Summer ends now’, I proclaim as the pre-solstice sun warms up the London pavements: “Now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks arise / Around’. I have brought Hopkins’s sonnet ‘Hurrahing in Harvest’ to the Poetry Exchange, to read and discuss…
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