Mercian Hymns XVII
Read 'Mercian Hymns XVII' by 'Geoffrey Hill' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
He drove at evening through the hushed Vosges. The car radio,
glimmering, received broken utterance from the horizon of storms...
'God's honours - our bikes touched: he skidded and came off.' 'Liar.' A
timid father's protective bellow. Disfigurement of a village king. 'Just
look at the bugger...'
His maroon GT chanted then overtook. He lavished on the high valleys its
haleine.
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