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Precontinent Two
Long gone your fleeting visit to the windows of our world and now we take the quiet air of your archaeology 1983
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The Rivers of January
The run rivers will promise their flow aware that only the sun will nourish the flame trees these being the nights of famine
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When I sleep in the fields of great estates
When I sleep in the fields of great estates mosaics will be created by visiting friends who will arrive in the avenues which are shedding the leaves that will cover me
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Thoughts in a Wild Pond
When the puppet masters were assassinated were the puppets set free or did they became freedom fighters? There is no such thing as revolution (only chaos) There is a lot to fear from stupid men All true revolutionaries are unseen Ten letters create revolution During a revolution, more ink is […]
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No More Captains
As a child My world was dominated By Sea Captains But I failed to notice That my boat was rudderless And now as I drift aimlessly I can only count the stars as my friends Found written in pencil on a wall of a house in Rotherhithe in June 1975 and translated from […]
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A Hand Shut in a Door
Functional As I fell from my hotel window I ordered a coffee and a newspaper So that I might read an account Of my suicide Captain Du Kelly Captain Du Kelly Gave his sister Glass beads As she gave birth Angers In Angers I used A wheel jack To eat my cheese […]
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A Disturbed Sleep
We wearied should lie down in death And drink the sleep of centuries I should not want to see your light again As Heaven’s brightness satisfies all In 1938 the remains of the poet Matthew Prior were accidently disturbed by literary historians in search of elegies by Edmund Spenser and believed buried […]
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Pigeon One Two Three
Pigeon One A solitary pigeon Stood on the cobblestones Watching the Night Freight pass It was carrying seed Pigeon Two A pigeon thought That it was being observed As it flew high above The Sunflower Fields Pigeon Three As a lost pigeon Flew near the angry sea It was attracted By a beautiful […]
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The Memorable Adventures of Phillip and Judy
Phillip and Judy had always liked the village clock which stood proudly in the middle of the green next to the tennis club where their mother and father were playing bowls. They would often lie on their empty stomachs for hours just to hear the eleven chimes of the day. Phillip and Judy would […]
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Letter from V
Dearest As you may be aware Toby and I are currently in the Lake District. The weather is wonderful as I hope it is for you although the newspaper’s report quite dreadful weather where you are stationed. I trust that they are erroneous in their reporting. Today we visited the Screes at Wastwater which I […]