for VEM by T.P. Wilkinson / July 2nd, 2017 And were the rolling hills of Kentseaward throughboughs on roads well bentto cross the slender shoulderthat separatesCalais and Dover. Attuned the earto blades of grasslisteningafar from spiresstained glassglistening There betweenmy heart and fearsThere amongmy thoughts and tearsStraying cautiouslyStill unseen‘Cross Augustine’s stone portal I went. Cathedral of … Continue reading Having not read Chaucer