OBSTACLES (Barry Tebb Poems)
A thousand visits to the supermarket A thousand acts of sexual intimacy Spread over forty years. Your essence was quite ...
A thousand visits to the supermarket A thousand acts of sexual intimacy Spread over forty years. Your essence was quite ...
Lavender musk rose from the volume I was reading through, The college crest impressed in gold, tooled gold lettering on ...
It was Karl Shapiro who wrote in his 'Defence of Ignorance' how many poets Go mad or seem to be ...
Through the windows the sun's light Turns to amber, the moon's to jade; All night long I lie awake, wondering ...
Your voice on the telephone Hushes the storm in my heart Lightning strikes twice In the same place. I cannot ...
I have no camera but imagination's tinted glass I cannot pass this crumbling dry stone wall Without a break to ...
You are my dream Of the East You are my life In the West Fused in one You begin my ...
We were three weeks Into term, Sheila, When you came Through the classroom door; Forty-four children Bent over books, Copying ...
As soon as we crossed into Yorkshire Hughes' voice assailed me, unmistakable Gravel and honey, a raw celebration of rain ...
To Simon Jenner NO ARMITAGE (I'd like to see his rage) NO DUHIG (one dig long overdue) NO GREENLAW (M ...
(Goya, an old man in exile, looks at his self-portrait) A bull's neck, still much needed, Deserving exile or the ...
Runs to no compass point But starts within the human heart Where travellers in twos may go As for a ...
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 ...
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