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Poetry · Volume 7, Number 2

Variation on a Landscape | After Hockney's Winter Tunnel

after David Hockney’s Winter Tunnel With Snow, March

The sky drains beyond the dark plinths

of Holderness, fevers at the ridge, at the pasture’s

metal lip. Branches harden, arc and vault

above the freezing track.

Follow this tunnel. Follow its strict avenue of prayer.

Though the earth locks, turns blind

in its chapping bed. Though the land’s white eye

fastens in its lid of ice.