Great Regulars: Like most of [Stanley] Moss's poems,

"The Seagull" unfolds slowly, beginning with what might seem mere nostalgia, until the speaker describes how "A pigeon in a blizzard fluttered/against a kitchen window,/--my first clear memory of terror". But was it his own "terror" that the bird might break through the glass, or was it that of the pigeon?

from The Times Literary Supplement: Poem of the Week: "The Seagull"

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