with sighs, expressing the desire for things to come right--for mother and child, fabric and hole, to fit somehow together again. The tender hope is freighted with uncertainty, the doubt offset by the solidity of a name which suddenly becomes a presence: "Alice".[by Tony Curtis]
Coram's Cloth
from Carol Rumens: The Guardian: Poem of the week: Coram's Cloth by Tony Curtis
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