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Power and politics in The Winter’s Tale

Contemporary poets

Owen Sheers

The weather was confused all day so who can say why it was just then the light fell that way —

the sun riding low, burnishing for a minute, no more, the tops of the hills against a curtain of cloud, ashen with rain and snow.

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Power and politics in The Winter’s Tale

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