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Serial
The sweet sweets bees intoxicated by the jupiter flowers are searching the night sky for this once fine star Judith placed her pen into the desk tidy What is the poem about? It is about a star called Al Aaraaf which appeared suddenly in the heavens and attained in a few days a brilliancy surpassing […]
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The Summer of 56
Hierro the most westerly of the Canary Islands and has an area of about 109 square miles and a population of 8182 During the summer of 1956 this did not increase to 8186 as we did not visit Hierro choosing to holiday in Hove instead I have never visited Hierro We passed the Guayarmina Thermal […]
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L’Origine du Monde
You send me sparkling tales written on perfumed paper enclosed in lavender envelopes I read your stories aboard my ship as I travel between continents Although we are many miles apart I often explore your interior in my distant dreams GC
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Sleepwalk
Tallulah Motion was driving her Jaguar XK 120 along Lamont towards the Kings Park area of the city She watched as the street lamps passed lazily in sequence Some of the bars and shops were still open but on the whole the street was quiet She turned into Graham in the general direction of the […]
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The Dance Master
Alice and France were dancing through the shamscape towards the great house Their feet hardly touched the carpet of leaves that all but hid the damp grass The end of autumn was dripping from the branches of the avenue trees and the dance master was conducting an orchestra from the mock-castle on the mock-hill […]
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The Poet Robert Southey
Once visited Deal in the County of Kent He did not write these lines Which were found in a small brown box At his lodging house Soon after his departure The dreamlands did not detain us whilst at sea for a seagull took the ships cat in its beak and flew up into the […]
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The Hero-Martyrs of Canterbury
My friends rest quickly in your soil I celebrate their study But do not apologise for your neglect
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Port Said
He said She said I said They said You said Port Said
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Blackbirds
I saw a blackbird this morning perched on a number of newly created hay bales It was about six metres above the stubble field I knew that blackbirds were great admirers of the creative process As one had written to me the previous week When the universe was created I would imagine that blackbird […]
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The Blue Summer House
The photograph showed her mother standing on the slipway outside of the boathouse wearing only a pair of rowing shorts In the background holding a pair of large wooden oars was her father smiling broadly at the camera Peter was next to her mother toasting her with a glass of red wine Oh why […]