Poetry 13 February 2019 Shadow A new poem by Terry Jones. Getty Sign UpGet the New Statesman\'s Morning Call email. Sign-up At a day miles an hour at a wood-wink hills breathed themselves in the field shut its ears weak as you were hospital-gowned like an owl I bet you stood up night’s wings hitting the window no record yet of how darkness flares when you lifted off the tree of your life I was looking the wrong way Terry Jones’s first collection, “Furious Resonance”, is published by Poetry Salzburg › From Bismarck to Hitler, how German rulers rewrote history This article appears in the 15 February 2019 issue of the New Statesman, The revolution that fuelled radical Islam