You that through all the dying summer
Came every morning to our breakfast table,
A lonely bachelor mummer,
And fed on the marmalade
So deeply, all your strength was scarcely able
To prise you from the sweet pit you had made…
—Edwin Muir, “The Late Wasp”
from One Foot in Eden (Faber, 1956)
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