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Winter comes to Nargothrond.

"In middle age I wholly lost my way,
finding myself within an evil wood
far from the right straight road we all should tread.

And what a wood! So densely tangled, dark,
jaggily thorned. So hard to press on through,
even the memory renews my dread. "

--Alasdair Gray via

Pokey finds a box.

"...observe here the zone: the Zodiac's
sigils circling. The Solstices,
the asterisked Equinoxes,
Cross-Quarter Days, are chronicled
wrought in roundlets, their rims locking
in clock-worklike caster-bearings,
gear-train meshes of that greatest Mill,
its wheels winding, in whirligigs
turning, grinding: Time's axletree
metes out the months. Each medal helmed
by a star-steerer, in each storied orb
manikins mimic the Months' Labours."

--Rahul Gupta in Long Poem Magazine, 2016

"In all permutations of the family naming, [Marianne] Moore typically referred to herself as male, and is given a male pronoun by both her mother (often) and her brother (consistently)." (thread with a long excursus on Bryher)