THREE MODERN POETS
Katrina Warren, Simon Warren and Michael Hobbs
Michael Hobbs Katrina Warren Simon Warren
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HAKESPEARE'S ONNETS
Three Modern Poets | ||
Poems by Katrina Warren |
Light on the Longest Day |
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I am the spirit of melancholy the ghost you lock out why do you deny me the right to exist ignore my voice when I remind you of my presence I am a memory threaded through the needle that turns cloth to gold. |
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rain in autumn |
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we capture the rain in our eyes for a while held only to slip elusively in the silent aftermath tears of compassion, despair remorse for all that was twin pools of darkness reflecting the light of moisture that streams, days of words can never be undone once said washed away |
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Katrina Warren |
Poems by Simon Warren |
Living in a Fair World? |
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if a thing’s fair right will cross the face of the earth upon its road a man’s stroke will tap the earth the light of the sun is abroad moving south grey shadow is by the light state the time of your crossing thinks the ferryman to him time has meaning little thought does he waste my boy you’re wanted here to many first light gives one strength count on me I’m coming the ferryman replies with a hollow laugh he bends, lifting his blade through time and mist blood is seeping through the earth bitter tears are shed we go back to the shore and a line of tears fair one might ask a task is undone the ferryman is setting off again I am with him. |
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the flute player strings notes together practices his art swaying slightly raising and lowering his body his improvised compositions issuing without cease left to right ... right to left eating chocolate-covered sweets a man drops a few between his neck and his open shirt collar the crowd is for Shirley Bassey billed for ten nights till the eighteenth a woman photographs another some are dressed in gold and silver the man who plays the violin by the river arrives thump thump thump Bassey sings a drum roll she persists thump thump thump drums beat a group of queens tap dances sings Libiano ne’lieti calizi it’s a marvellous place to sing riffs on the piano blow away in cigar smoke the most angelic singing voice waltz tango cha cha cha and quickstep Marsala marrons glaces Dundee cake cavorting couples barge past fuzzy guitars swirling electronic effects do you rumba I do everyone talking at the same time new tunes from an old lute pavans galliards almonds said sung insight achieved |
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Simon Warren |
Poems by Michael Hobbs |
Playtime |
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He is careless of my whereabouts. Come to nothing behind a false acacia, my house is derelict to him, as he broods intently over a flat stone. We both hear the distant road drilling, the shrill playground voices and the boy's own blunt mimicry of machine-gun fire (an interminable annex of terrorist activity) over the dislodged stones of my rockery, where light, dipped in shallow water, has formed a spectrum inside a smooth white shell. |
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Fallen Angels |
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of the outlying area. With my rucksack and a few belongings I deserted the city to try and find objects of light. I soon grew tired and resolved to leave things as they were. Only then did the stones around me become white hot. I became a vast flock of birds; flying, wading, flowing for days. A path forward followed by another. I lost sight of land scattering species below me, staggered, varied. At first we were almost identical, standing on the high ground out of the water. But one species grew to such large numbers that they darkened the sun. |
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Puzzle |
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The man upstairs voicing his concern has again turned out the crux of his aggrievement; the right to reply spilling his empty room down over the rim of our ears onto the black and white squares of the crossword at our table. |
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Michael Hobbs |
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First line index | Title page and Thorpe's Dedication | Some Introductory Notes to the Sonnets | Sonnets as plain text 1-154 | Text facsimiles | Other related texts of the period |
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Thomas Wyatt Poems | Other Authors | General notes for background details, general policies etc. | Map of the site | Valentine Poems |
London Bridge as it was in Shakespeare's day, circa 1600. | Views of London as it was in 1616. | Views of Cheapside London, from a print of 1639. | The Carrier's Cosmography. A guide to all the Carriers in London. As given by John Taylor in 1637. | Oxquarry Books Ltd | |
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