The Pheasant in His Empires   The fesaunt, skornere of the cok by nyghte. —⁠Chaucer, The Parliament of Fowles   The laser of English sunlight etches the yellow rape, heating the stranger’s eye to thoughts of mild escape   to lonely unkempt moors, the cankered rose of Blake’s benighted chalk-cliffed coasts, or empty bejeweled lakes. […]

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