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  Support us The Guardian - Back to home The Guardian: news website of the year News Opinion Sport Culture Lifestyle Show caption Carol Rumens's poem of the week Poem of the week: Four Seasons Gone by Patricia McCarthy A tribute to the spirit and resilience of Ukrainians who have kept hope, and poetry, alive since the Russian invasion Carol Rumens Mon 20 Feb 2023 05.26 EST Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Share via Email Four Seasons Gone (for the outpouring of poems by many who have never written poems before in Ukraine during the war) There can be no canticles, matins, evensong no waiting for blue irises, cherries to come along in their own season, with four seasons gone. How bravely you bear witness, testify tight-lipped,  with scribbles on wings, inscribing verses on the green scum of ponds, passing hearses pattering your lines. And your words creep into the cracks in syllables fractured by shells; then steal from town squares swung tongues of bells. Following the Stations of