Ossian sets down his harp
By the crag of the woods,
And his sheaf of songs
Beneath the strings, his shoes.
Turning to Malvina, he asks
The way: “I do not
Know this country,” he says.
Is there a moment
For the dog to find the stars
And point the way?
The songs scatter, the harp
Clatters, our chaotic noise
Begone by wind and tribunal.
She points west, to the hill,
And speculates the way is there,
Past the stones.

Nicholas Roberts is a 22-year old Boston-based poet. He draws from a number of inspirations, ranging from ancient Greek and Old English poetry, to 20th century poets such as W.H. Auden, William Carlos Williams, W.B. Yeats, and Jack Spicer.