Friday Night At The Royal Station Hotel (Philip Larkin Poem)
Light spreads darkly downwards from the high Clusters of lights over empty chairs That face each other, coloured differently. Through ...
Poems about leeds (21 Poems)
Shillin’ a Day (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
My name is O'Kelly, I've heard the Revelly From Birr to Bareilly, from Leeds to Lahore, Hong-Kong and Peshawur, Lucknow ...
V (Tony Harrison Poem)
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
The Song of Education (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
III. For the Creche Form 8277059, Sub-Section K I remember my mother, the day that we met, A thing I ...
THE DAYS GO BY (Barry Tebb Poems)
for Daniel Weissbort Some poems meant only for my eyes About a grief I can't let go But I want ...
LETTER FROM LEEDS (Barry Tebb Poems)
Would 'any woman' find me difficult to live with? My tastes are simple: space for several thousand books, The smoke ...
WELCOME HOME (Barry Tebb Poems)
'Leeds welcomes you' in flowers Garlanding the white stuccoed tower Of City Station: red on green As poetry's demon seizes ...
THREE SONGS FOR MAYDAY MORNING (Barry Tebb Poems)
( I ) for 'JC' of the TLS Nightmare of metropolitan amalgam Grand Hotel and myself as a guest there ...
LETTERS TO FRIENDS (Barry Tebb Poems)
I Eddie Linden Dear Eddie we've not met Except upon the written page And at your age the wonder Is ...
VIEW FROM THE INNER CITY (Barry Tebb Poems)
Leeds this silent solemn Sunday Tempest Road is clear of all But wistful birds, parked cars And vagrant trees. The ...
AUBADE (Barry Tebb Poems)
Dawn's my Mr Right, already Cocks have crowed, birds flown from nests, The neon lights of Leeds last night still ...
HUDDERSFIELD – THE SECOND POETRY CAPITAL OF ENGLAND (Barry Tebb Poems)
It brings to mind Swift leaving a fortune to Dublin 'For the founding of a lunatic asylum - no place ...
LEFTOVERS (Barry Tebb Poems)
Empty chocolate boxes, a pillowcase with an orange at the bottom, Nuts and tinsel with its idiosyncratic rustle and brilliant ...
ON FIRST READING JOHN GOODBY’S ‘IRISH POETRY SINCE 1950’ (Barry Tebb Poems)
Barbarous insult to Yeats' memory and Claudel's Allen, thank God you are dead, you who breathed the air of Apollinaire, ...
THE DREAMER, THE SLEEP (Barry Tebb Poems)
L'orage qui s'attarde, le lit d?fait Yves Bonnefoy Here am I, lying lacklustre in an unmade bed A Sunday in ...
TO LEEDS BIG ISSUE SELLERS (Barry Tebb Poems)
When I come from the Smoke to visit my son on the ward I see you everywhere: by the station, ...
OUR SON (Barry Tebb Poems)
Quarter to three: I wake again at the hour of his birth Thirty years ago and now he paces corridors ...
TO THE SOUND OF VIOLINS (Barry Tebb Poems)
Give me life at its most garish Friday night in the Square, pink sequins dazzle And dance on clubbers bare ...
INFAMOUS POET (Barry Tebb Poems)
I never did fit in - at six or sixty one - I stand out in a crowd, too young ...
Jubilate Agno: Fragment D (Christopher Smart Poems)
Let Dew, house of Dew rejoice with Xanthenes a precious stone of an amber colour. Let Round, house of Round ...
Lobster For Lunch (Robert William Service Poems)
His face was like a lobster red, His legs were white as mayonnaise: "I've had a jolly lunch," he said, ...