The Poetry Wire - Going From Bard To Verse
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Oct 2020
10:35am, 9 Oct 2020
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Chrisull
Ali Smith is a big fan...
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Oct 2020
10:38am, 9 Oct 2020
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Diogenes
...one of the places I've been reading about Rilke. I'm just coming to the end of Summer today.
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Oct 2020
5:49pm, 9 Oct 2020
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LindsD
Rilke is beautiful.
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Dec 2020
8:54pm, 19 Dec 2020
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Lizzie Whizzmas
Last Christmas, your mum came to ours and the very next day, we saw uncle Ray. This year, we’re in the third tier, so we’re not doing anything special (special). - Brian Bilston |
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Dec 2020
9:09pm, 19 Dec 2020
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Diogenes
Brian’s been busy today
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Feb 2021
9:38pm, 6 Feb 2021
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Peregrinator
Suburb (Stevie Smith) How nice it is to slink the streets at night and taste the slight Flavour of acrity that comes From pavements throwing off the dross Of human tread. Each paving stone sardonic Grins to its fellow citizen masonic: "Thank God they're gone," each to the other cries "Now there is nothing between us and the skies". Joy at this state transports the hanging heavens And down to earth they rain celestial dew The pavement darkly gleams beneath the lamp. Forgetful now of daylight's weary tramp. Round about the streets I slink Suburbs are not so bad I think When their inhabitants can not be seen, Even Palmers Green. Nobody loves the hissing rain as I And round about I slink and presently Turn from the sleek wet pavement to the utter slime Where jerrybuilders building against time Pursue their storied way, Foundations and a pram, Four walls and a pot of jam, They have their sentries now Upon a hundred hillocks. Night watchmen bad and old Take rheumatism in exchange for gold. Do you see that pub between the trees Which advertises gin and cyclists’ teas? Down there I know a lane Under the padding rain Where leaves are born again Every night And reach maturity In a remote futurity Before dawn's light. I have never seen Anything quite so green So close to dark so bright As the green leaves at night. I will not show you yet Lest you should forget, But when the time is come for your dismembering I'll show you that you may die remembering. Stevie Smith – better known for swimming than for running. This time of year involves much padding round suburban pavements in the dark and damp, although hopefully nothing quite as sinister as this. |
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Feb 2021
9:58pm, 6 Feb 2021
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Diogenes
That’s, well, superb
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Feb 2021
10:21pm, 6 Feb 2021
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Serendippily
Good stuff
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Feb 2021
10:36pm, 6 Feb 2021
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Peregrinator
The curse of the random carriage return.....
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Feb 2021
11:25pm, 6 Feb 2021
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LindsD
It's wonderful
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