ONE 4 • Poetspace 4: James W Wood, Rodney Relax and Jane McKie
Listening to the Language of the Birds (Li Bai) The sky creeps along the city walls: clouds and crows alight from branches, telephone poles, narrow lanes. In a canal-side flat a girl is knitting clothes for fog, mist, drizzle. She hears the birds’ black refrain and waits: her hands are …