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I see rejection as another chance to hone a poem that’s not yet quite there. Sometimes the last draft doesn’t have a single line in common with the first – but deep down it’s still the same poem because it springs from the same impulse. This  poem went through 8 major re-writes and 5 different titles. Eventually it was published in Magma #58, and I even got to read it at Keats’ House in London!

The horse, the night and the desert all know me – Al-Mutanabbi

all shadows fallen
night and the desert
offer no shelter
except in this cell

come rest your feet
and taste sweet water
to release the song
from a dry tongue

there is a horse
will come to your hand
you sing of another
that runs the hills alone

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