The net – Fleur Adcock

The net – Fleur Adcock

She keeps the memory-game
as a charm against falling in love
and each night she climbs out of the same window
into the same garden with the arch for roses –
no roses, though; and the white snake dead too;
noting but evergreen shrubs, and grass, and water,
and the wire trellis that will trap her in the end.




O'Sullivan, V. (Ed.). (1979). An anthology of twentieth century New Zealand poetry. Wellington: Oxford University Press.