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ALISTAIR ELLIOT Alistair Elliot has published five books of verse translation - the others being Verlaine’s Femmes/Hombres (Anvil),Heine’s The Lazarus Poems (MidNAG/Carcanet), and for Bloodaxe, Italian Landscape Poems and Paul Valéry’s La Jeune Parque. He has also translated Euripides’ Medea for the Almeida Theatre. My Country: Collected Poems and his latest collections, Turning the Stones and Facing Things, are published by Carcanet.
A N O T H E R Y E A R
We have lost our squadron-leader: she
Spun into the ground.
But still our flight, though only three,
Circles around.
This year we notice, as she slumbers
Snug in the urn,
That we shall be prime numbers
At the season's turn.
Still thirty years apart,
Still indivisible,
We glide with all the speed of art
Towards her, the invisible.
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