Wild Court

An international poetry journal based in the English Department of King’s College London

Sean O’Brien

  • Translation – Sean O’Brien

    Translation – Sean O’Brien

    Translation   No, we were never introduced, Yet she and I were long acquainted. I know all her ways and all The tunes this pale usurper sings To those she has seduced Beneath the blanching mays And left, like her, demented. So eminently natural That even nature must defer Before her instinct to conserve, In…