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Hester Dominy and Other Considerations
James Joyce Priestland counted the lorries as they passed his house but always hid when the blue ones passed his mother would inform him when the road was clear and James would resume his previous occupation Caversham Swans I met Molly on Caversham Bridge counting the Snow Swans as they drifted downstream singing […]
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Mrs Verge
I died in Peru and was buried in Somerset but my heart lies in Normandy
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The Sanctuaries of Ruislip and the Promises Beyond
Near the Castle Corfu There is a wood Which caters for The Spanish abroad I have rewired their public cemeteries A boy named Genesis Made a whipping wheel On his wedding day He was at the height of his primitive powers I listened to his selected tales Discounted the lies But accepted his twilight dedications […]
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Ard Ards
As they drank from their upturned saucers The generals wept The battle was lost I carved into the sands Of the country That was no longer mine The poem Ard Ards There was little else to do I was not transported As the others were But ordered to collect flowers From the battlefields As the […]
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Ivon St George
Was regarded by many As the flower of his age He lies in happy immortality With his virtuous wife And affectionate brother Quite forgotten
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Preston 1922
Preston 1922 We all sat in naked In the Tibor Tea Rooms Eating scones and cream Nobody cared as we were artists And this poem was but a dream Preston 1923 On the last tram As you sleep I search your bag For your mourning energy Sweet Sad Viola Preston 1924 I caress […]
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The Camping Coach
Jelly and Gerald(ine) sat in front of the camping coach. Jelly had prepared breakfast and was waiting for the tea to brew Gerald(ine) had hung their clothes on the slack washing line. Their costumes were almost dry and the women were planning a further trip to the beach The lime green limpet trees hung heavily […]
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Northern Interchange / STATION NORTH
Northern Interchange Written on the stairs of High Buildings Northern Interchange always sit do not descend the windows you see are reflective STATION NORTH Written on the stairs of High Buildings STATION NORTH REMAIN SEATED STAY AT THIS CHOSEN LEVEL KEEP AWAY FROM THE WINDOWS DO NOT BELIEVE IN REFLECTIONS
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White Day
The humble buildings are hidden I shall not enter them as I fear reprisals
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Soft Bosphorus
As we travel In the fog I think of you Crossing the Bosphorus With me