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				<title>Whale -watcher</title>
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				<pubDate>Sun, 25 Feb 2007 21:10:26 +0000</pubDate>
				<wikidot:authorName>Grey Granite</wikidot:authorName>				<wikidot:authorUserId>9907</wikidot:authorUserId>				<content:encoded>
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						 <p>This poem describes another way, being totally enthralled, being held in thrall, by the natural world, or whatever grabs the attention totally, into the state of one pointed concentration</p> <p>The Whale-watcher by Kathleen Jamie</p> <p>Saturday October 9, 2004<br /> The Guardian</p> <p>And when at last the road<br /> gives out, I'll walk -<br /> harsh grass, sea-maws,<br /> lichen-crusted bedrock -<br /> and hole up the cold<br /> summer in some battered<br /> caravan, quartering<br /> the brittle waves</p> <p>till my eyes evaporate<br /> and I'm willing again<br /> to deal myself in:<br /> having watched them</p> <p>breach, breathe, and dive<br /> far out in the glare,<br /> like stitches sewn in a rent<br /> almost beyond repair.</p> <p>· From The Tree House by Kathleen Jamie, winner of the 2004 Forward prize for best collection, published by Picador at £8.99</p> 
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