Craig Raine Poems (8 Poems)
A Martian Sends A Postcard Home (Craig Raine Poems)
Caxtons are mechanical birds with many wings and some are treasured for their markings – they cause the eyes to melt or the body to shriek without pain. I have never seen one fly, but sometimes they perch on the … Continue reading
Nature Study (Craig Raine Poems)
(for Rona, Jeremy, Sam & Grace) All the lizards are asleep– perched pagodas with tiny triangular tiles, each milky lid a steamed-up window. Inside, the heart repeats itself like a sleepy gong, summoning nothing to nothing. In winter time, the … Continue reading
Dandelions (Craig Raine Poems)
‘and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence’ — George Eliot, Middlemarch Dead dandelions, bald as drumsticks, swaying by the roadside like Hare Krishna pilgrims bowing to the Juggernaut. They have given up … Continue reading
An Attempt At Jealousy (Craig Raine Poems)
So how is life with your new bloke? Simpler, I bet. Just one stroke of his quivering oar and the skin of the Thames goes into a spin, eh? How is life with an oarsman? Better? More in–out? Athletic? Wetter? … Continue reading
The Onion, Memory (Craig Raine Poems)
Divorced, but friends again at last, we walk old ground together in bright blue uncomplicated weather. We laugh and pause to hack to bits these tiny dinosaurs, prehistoric, crenelated, cast between the tractor ruts in mud. On the green, a … Continue reading
In Modern Dress (Craig Raine Poems)
A pair of blackbirds warring in the roses, one or two poppies losing their heads, the trampled lawn a battlefield of dolls. Branch by pruned branch, a child has climbed the family tree to queen it over us: we groundlings … Continue reading
City Gent (Craig Raine Poems)
On my desk, a set of labels or a synopsis of leeks, blanched by the sun and trailing their roots like a watering can. Beyond and below, diminished by distance, a taxi shivers at the lights: a shining moorhen with … Continue reading
In The Kalahari Desert (Craig Raine Poems)
The sun rose like a tarnished looking-glass to catch the sun and flash His hot message at the missionaries below– Isabella and the Rev. Roger Price, and the Helmores with a broken axle left, two days behind, at Fever Ponds. … Continue reading
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