It’s National Poetry Day today and in celebration, here is Fox by Alice Oswald, who is fast becoming one of my favourite poets. The last stanza of this poem is so beautiful. Enjoy!

Fox

 

I heard a cough

as if a thief was there

outside my sleep

a sharp intake of air

a fox in her fox-fur

stepping across

the grass in her black gloves

barked at my house

just so abrupt and odd

the way she went

hungrily asking

in the heart’s thick accent

in such serious sleepless

trespass she came

a woman with a man’s voice

but no name

as if to say: it’s midnight

and my life

is laid beneath my children

like gold leaf

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