SONNET
Each evening we climb
a slightly higher hill,
look down again
into the city’s basin,
say This is the view.
Yesterday’s was something,
but this … Then,
after looking over
the old landmarks,
we point to the hill
of yesterday, and say
There we were,
and what a view
we had … But this …
—from Rattle #61, Fall 2018
Tribute to First Publication
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Kristian Doyle: “I’d like the poem, if it can, to speak for itself. My background (Liverpool, England; resolutely unliterary working class) might have something to do with my poetry, but then again might not. (I’m certain it has something to do with my reticence when it comes to talking about poetry, though.)”
