One of the scariest of the Late Love Poems, it’s almost unmitigated joy from here on in: but how affirming too. You know when everything’s going wrong and you’re at the limits of your strength, and you survive – perhaps because you’re not alone. And you’re grateful, no limit to the depth of that feeling. So in this shed I’m at the end of my tether, sunken-eyed, and the wind is a forceful backdrop in film and poem – there’s that moment when it drops. Readers of the Mabinogion will recognise ‘the sudden glare of the opening door / of all the griefs’.