“If you look now, quickly and askance,
you can see how the camera’s eye
perfected what was motion and chance before
it clicked on this day and childhood snapshot,
scarcely seen beside
hunched rugby stipes and ugly uniforms -
shy, familiar grins in a waste of faces” With my Sons at Boarhills - Anne Stevenson
you can see how the camera’s eye
perfected what was motion and chance before
it clicked on this day and childhood snapshot,
scarcely seen beside
hunched rugby stipes and ugly uniforms -
shy, familiar grins in a waste of faces” With my Sons at Boarhills - Anne Stevenson
