To My Daughter in a Red CoatBY ANNE STEVENSON ( Cambridge, U K ) Late October. It is afternoon.My daughter and I walk through the leaf-strewnCorridors of the parkIn the light and the darkOf the elms’ thin arches. Around us brown leaves fall and spread.Small winds stir the minor dead.Dust powders the air.Those shrivelled womenContinue reading “Anne Stevenson’s To My Daughter in a Red Coat : Anne Stevenson : : October Poems : : Months Poems : :”