A Poem, Part One - The Night Feed, Part Two

I was struck again, particularly hearing you read it, as one of the great things about being able to hear a poem read aloud. I'm not sure if one would describe it exactly as the stone structure that we find at craigandevsky but something along those lines. It's almost dolmonesque in its structure. Each of the three sections finishes with kind of question about sight. The eyes are closed or the unable ever to meet with my eyesthe gaves of the sun. And it's meant to be, i suppose, in some ways, like a poem for my children.