thaw

The season midnight; glass

cracks with cold. From lighted shop-windows

girls, half-sleeping, numb with frost step out…

The start of David Malouf’s “Thaw”, one of many great choices made by Poems on the Underground.

It was their publication of ‘Sabrina fair’ from Milton’s Comus that got me properly hooked on poetry, years after I’d left school. It was partly the startlingly modern phrase “glassy wave” and partly that the image of Sabrina’s “amber-dropping” hair, which reminded me of my friend Veronique, who often combs her hair as we talk.

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