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Strand Lines
A: What is is what must be—
I, not thou, is what must be:
Thou, not I, is what is—
And must be.
B: May this riddled mind be released—
May the ages-long enchantment cease to—
Haunt this tormented thought.
May heavens lift the chain that roots it;
In halcyon randomness may thou find:
the ending of the restless hues of that bond.
C: Be each day till the end of my life just hell
If I can make sense of any of the puke-inspiring soliloquies:
Be all my nights but a magnified projection of the apocalyptic vision of the world’s psychotic champion in mind-distortion
If I ever cast my Composed by Michael Caines, runner-up of the Cosmo Davenport-Hines Poetry Prize.
Your three islands
You lose your language in the church:
A stillness island, traffic-bordered. Read more »
Composed by Molly Olguin, winner of the Cosmo Davenport-Hines Poetry Competition, 2011.
In Vitrio
You're standing under the Savoy when it starts. Read more »
The street of the definite article
The strand.
The one two the iambic chaos
The rush through it, on it and under it
The busy busy
The buses the bridges the protests
The lawyers the law courts the justice,
The cafes, the authors
The Dickens, the Thackery the Makepeace
The temple inn
The no children
The Strand school for civil service gone,
The whirling doors on the King’s building
The Students, the must just read hard enough
The elect alumni, on the plate glass
The bus Read more »
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I came on this march as a member of the Wandsworth Stop the war coalition.
I am angry about the way the war in Iraq was instigated. Read more »
Walking into Lincolns Inn Field I see tall tulips yellow and red
Looking like little soldiers on parade standing to attention
In a flower bed Read more »
