A linnet who had lost her way
Sang on a blackened bough in Hell,
Till all the ghosts remembered well
The trees, the wind, the golden day.
At last they knew that they had died
When they heard music in that land,
And someone there stole forth a hand
To draw a brother to his side.
Chosen by Jan Morris in ‘Poems that Make Grown Women Cry’, edited by Anthony and Ben Holden (Simon & Schuster £16.99)
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