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 ...
Would 'any woman' find me difficult to live with? My tastes are simple: space for several thousand books, The smoke ...
Richard Chessick, John Gedo, James Grotstein and Vamik Voltan What darknesses have you lit up for me What depths of ...
I had a father once, the records say. He has gone away down the long avenue Of death, on the ...
Why is it that in dreams I have visited - As teacher or pupil - almost every college and school ...
Sorry, Writer in Residence on the Great North Run The last thing I'd ever do is listen to your spin ...
They have my own fear of the dark, Tupapau - spirits of the dead they call it; Returning late with ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
L'orage qui s'attarde, le lit d?fait Yves Bonnefoy Here am I, lying lacklustre in an unmade bed A Sunday in ...
Rivers, tow paths, caravan parks From Kirkstall to Keighley The track's ribbon flaps Like Margaret's whirling and twirling At ten ...
What ghosts haunt These streets of perpetual night? Riverbanks fractured with splinters of glass condominiums For nouveam riche merchant bankers ...
(To Paul Sykes, author of 'Sweet Agony') He demolished five doors at a sitting And topped it off with an ...
O my beloved city, How many times have I deserted you For the sights and sounds of Babylon? How often ...
(or 'Huddersfield the Second Poetry Capital of England Re-visited') What was it Janice Simmons said to me as James lay ...
I was a good father to my people, Their houses among the terraced hills Adored God every day, grape-clusters on ...
STANDING IN EDEN 1 Poetry claimed me young on Skegness beach Before I was born I answered her cry For ...
To Thushari Williams Dear Thushie, the six months you spent with us Will never be forgotten, the long days you ...
'Leeds welcomes you' in flowers Garlanding the white stuccoed tower Of City Station: red on green As poetry's demon seizes ...
For Penny Abraham I wish I had Auden's penchant For going about in carpet slippers Or the late HRH Margaret's ...
It is time after thirty years We had our Poetry Renaissance Rise, Children of Albion, rise! It is time after ...
The years become you as Oxford becomes you, As you became Oxford through the protest years; From Magdalen's grey gargoyles ...
I sit inside the train of tears The station mellow in shade Unoriginal phrases air-brush the canvas. Puzzling minds I ...
Desks are straining on all fours, flanks Heaving to hurl the hunched riders Down crack and cranny, buck Finger-snapping lids, ...
THE KINGDOM OF MY HEART 1 The halcyon settled on the Aire of our days Kingfisher-blue it broke my heart ...
When I come from the Smoke to visit my son on the ward I see you everywhere: by the station, ...
I could bend and kiss them, everyone, Strong and securing As cunts are soft and beckoning. (Barry Tebb)
At ten she came to me, three years ago, There was 'something between us' even then; Watching her write like ...
You always disrupt me; When I ring you for comfort You wing me, send my Pudding of a mind A-splatter ...
How I love the working-class girls of Leeds, Their mile-wide smiles, eyes bright as beads, Their young breasts bobbing as ...
Sitting in outpatients With my own minor ills Dawn's depression lifts To the lilt of amitryptilene, A double dose for ...
for Brenda Your blue dressing-gown Lying on the chair back Like a tired arm. (Barry Tebb)
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