From the last years of the 60s, this is a startlingly even-handed depiction of personal and social promise – and its inevitable dangers
The attraction of well-washed hands and young words.
Hands eyes emotions in confined spaces.
The hill seems clean, the houses on top of it we ignore.
Smoke in the valley too proclaims a settlement.
Even the glances of the very poor at the moderately rich
Are timid. Always with us. Settled in.
