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So we’re all lost in the supermarket Our bags for life are stuffed with verse we’re hoping we can trade To leave behind the ...

‘Orbits’ consists of what it suggests, poems circling words that cannot be translated and therefore not defined. Although at ...

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Many deceased animals never have the privilege of being buried and/or mourned, though human war victims are very often ...

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I remember once sitting in a fast-food restaurant at a motorway service station. There was a sudden rush and, in a matter of ...

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And though Fate’s pleas’d to lay their beauties by In a dark corner of obscurity, As fair and sweet they bloom’d thy plains ...

I have been rummaging among old files and papers while I try to find things to put into my “Collected Poems”, although the ...

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