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No smoke without you, my fire. After you left, your cigarette glowed on in my ash… and sent up a long thread of such… I smiled to wonder who would belie…
Others are open. You give a high… as you win the Prospero stakes, an… bury your books deeper than any au… could find them sound or unsound. Did you ‘die a papist’, hate dogs,…
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It is not of this world, and yet i… And that is how it should be. Strong light hits back and the arm… Coming from where we cannot see, Ought not to see, another dimensio…
With a ragged diamond of shattered plate-glass a young man and his girl are falling backwards into a shop-… The young man’s face
I am waiting for you. I have been travelling all morning… and not eaten. I am lying at the edge of the bush on a dusty path that leads from th…
The year goes, the woods decay, an… many a summer dies. The swan on Bingham’s pond, a ghost, comes… It goes, and ice appears, it holds… bears gulls that stand around surp…
Coming up Buchanan Street, quickl… a young man and two girls, under t… The young man carries a new guitar… the girl on the inside carries a v… and the girl on the outside carrie…
A cup capsizes along the formica, slithering with a dull clatter. A few heads turn in the crowded ev… An old man is trying to get to his… from the low round stool fixed to…
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Turn the kaleidoscope and the seve… Stretches, yawns, shakes the roof… Off its back in clumsy dollops, ge… Going, cries of ‘It’s freezing!’… Of tenement winter), puts some cof…
At ten I read Mayakovsky had died… learned my first word of Russian,… watched my English teacher poke hi… with a well-chewed HB and get the… to join his easy mocking of my ess…
The scaffolding has gone. The sky… Clanking poles and thudding planks… let light through At last, hammered the cage door of… bantering dusty brickie crew,
Three o’clock. The bus lurches round into the sun. ‘D’s this go –… he flops beside me – 'right along… —Oh tha’s, tha’s all right, see I… got to get some Easter eggs for th…