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POETRY: A Magazine of Verse Hard over Brive—for every lady a castle, Each place strong.

Oh, is it easy enough? Tairiran held hall in Montaignac, His brother-in-law was all there was of power In Perigord, and this good union Gobbled all the land and held it later for some hundreds years. And our En Bertrans was in Altafort, Hub of the wheel, the stirrer-up of strife, As caught by Dante in the last wallow of hell— The headless trunk "that made its head a lamp," For separation wrought out separation, And he who set the strife between brother and brother And had his way with the old English king, Viced in such torture for the "counterpass."


 * How would you live, with neighbors set about you—

Poictiers and Brive, untaken Rochechouart, Spread like the finger-tips of one frail hand; And you on that great mountain of a palm— Not a neat ledge, not Foix between its streams, But one huge back half covered up with pine, Worked for and snatched from the string-purse of Born— The four round towers, four brothers—mostly fools: What could he do but play the desperate chess, And stir old grudges?